While I was in the ISO batchmeet, when the members were psychologically harassing us, I get a text message from my mom asking if it would be okay if I went home by myself. And the later part of the text message read: your tito's dead.

Death is something that I cannot face without getting weak. As I read the message over and over again, my eyes can't help but be fixated on the word dead. ISO week can't make me cry, but this one sure did. I tried my best to hold back my tears, but the fact that I would no longer see a relative of mine ever again was too hard to take.

I love you tito.