I never thought. Facial cleaning can be so torturous. I’m never going to accompany my mom to her stupid facials again. To think I barely have any pimples in the first place.

Yesterday night, we visited my grandfather at a hospital in Manila. He was brought back again after being confined last week at another hospital. Apparently that hospital didn’t discover the blood clot in my lolo’s brain and allowed him to go back to Cavite. Now, he’s situation is worse than it could have been had they properly diagnosed him. Now he looks far off from the coffee farmer sabungero he used to be, aside from being chief of police he was once. Ah, tsk tsk. Bad hospital.

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