Ma appeared in my dream this morning. I was finishing something at my Dad's desk. This was at our old house in Pasay. I remember thinking I'd finish it faster if there was a computer. I also remember putting the lamp with the extendable arm back. Then I went to the master's bedroom to check what my mom was doing. Apparently we were getting ready to move, and rather than just keep the stuff she can still use, she boxed everything, even the trash. She even used the old luggage I was planning to throw away, if it was impossible to clean.

Even in my dreams, Ma is a hoarder. They also looked the way they were back when I was a kid. And that dirty suitcase? It's actually on my to-do list right now.