I had talked about time moving fast lately, and it's indeed true. The last 20 years seemed like a turning point. In few days, it's the anniversary when I started learning sign language, and got involved in deaf community. Aside from learning the language, I met new friends. That's one good part of the literacy class.
Our class ended for more than a year. It was bittersweet. I planned of transferring to the sign language congregation but my mother who's just 59 at that time has a failing health. Hence, I postponed all my plans, and focused on taking care of my mother along with siblings. That time is really a turning point because my mother whom I really loved deeply isn't going well.
Our territory for deaf field service was in our town, no reason not to support. We got to visit a number of deaf people during the day. The weather is confusing though because it's quite gloomy but humid even during the supposed cold weather.
We're on a trip that day as we're heading back home. It's been a week of stay in Bolinao, and we had fun. Feeling the separation anxiety as we're going home.
