When she first went to the philippines, we were all so happy because of the freedom we will get. Coming home with no heavy heart. They had hundreds of maids there to see her and entertain her. That is her last 1 month. The last i ever spoke to her, she was healthy. She answered my call and answered as usual. That voice i beg to never forget. I remembered the things we spoke about.

1) Whether she planted any plants there. She said no.. it was too rocky and they had their own plants.
2) I asked if she cooked their favourite chicken rice.. she said no they had their own cooks.
3) I asked her to take care and drink water. She said alright she will..
4) We ended the call with my dad wanting to speak to her.

where is she i wonder..the life so well lived i find no one capable in the family to hold a candle against her.

It is sometimes just so hard to love those around her until it becomes too late.