A decade and a year ago, she arrived in her shiny white coat and beamy eyes. She used to be my mom's however since taking her for a spin when I was in high school, I've been driving her since then (without a license). I will never forget when I crashed her at the gate of my cousin's house, therefore welcoming us into the neighborhood; killing a puppy in the process. She accompanied me through college, ridding me the long commute from Pampanga to Taft (where I used to study). She's been our constant companion on those Saturday nights where we went out of town. She was my workhorse, taking me to work and back home. More importantly above others, she was where I fell for the woman I now love more than life.
This morning she was gone. Now nothing would ever be the same again.
My mom summoned one of the Colonels of Angeles to investigate what went wrong. He said that since there was a 5 hour window when it was taken away, they could not file a flash report and that blotter was our only chance of ever finding her again. Everyone in the family felt the anguish of losing her.
Now all that's left is memories.
Thank you USC-813. You will always be in my heart.
1 comment:
that's so sad...
shucks carlo.. i can't believe you're so mushy now.
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