I am Mae German. 34 years old. Born in Mangatarem, province of Pangasinan. I was taught and trained by 
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Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop Thinking of home.
Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop Thinking of home. | Thinking of home. |
| Wednesday, 16 September 2009 | |
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"I need to pack." Grandma said again. She said she's going home. Sometimes that scares me. Home has a lot of meaning for me, especially when it's coming from an elderly. "But you are already home, Grandma. This is Ms. M's home and this is your home." I said, as a matter of fact. If she's going to say that she's confused, I was ready to show her the wallpaper at the bathroom again. She knows it's not her wallpaper. "I know but I have my own home. You know there's no place like home, right?" she said. I know. I sure do. I have spent most of my life wandering and wondering where my home is. Anyways, I am not sure if she's ever lived in some apartments, but I know she has transferred a lot from the state of Alabama to New York and Connecticut or whereelse. I wish I could hear her stories in every travel that she had, but she can only say tidbits and oftentimes she'd forget what to say a few seconds after starting her intro to her story. "What was I supposed to say again?" she'd stop then we'll brush the topic aside, with me left hanging, wishing that there will come a day that she'll be able to finish her story. "I am leaving tonight, right?" she'd ask again. "Not tonight, Grandma. I think not tonight..." |
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