When I saw her, I cried out of grief and distress. She was mean, but I loved her dearly. I do not have a photo with her because whenever I try to take one, she will always say that she is too wrinkled and ugly that the camera might give up on her image. I always thought otherwise.
During the last days of quality time spent with her, I missed the chance to tell her how much I love her. How much I wanted to hug her but I can't because she keeps on driving me away for the reason that she can't remember who I was.
She always called me Monet, the name she always wanted when I was born. She disproved of Ochi for she thought the name didn't give thanks to any of the saints. During her dying moment, she uttered 'Ochi'. I felt it, it was different, unusual and painful.
I always remind her to call me Ochi instead of Monet, but then again, if Monet would bring her back, I'll promise to keep that name.
During the last days of quality time spent with her, I missed the chance to tell her how much I love her. How much I wanted to hug her but I can't because she keeps on driving me away for the reason that she can't remember who I was.
She always called me Monet, the name she always wanted when I was born. She disproved of Ochi for she thought the name didn't give thanks to any of the saints. During her dying moment, she uttered 'Ochi'. I felt it, it was different, unusual and painful.
I always remind her to call me Ochi instead of Monet, but then again, if Monet would bring her back, I'll promise to keep that name.
Ochi is a twenty-something Corporate Trainer who loves to cook, take photos and videos of her food, eat and travel. On weekends, she's either drunk or snuggling in bed watching her favorite crime drama. 
