Our supposed lunch date got canceled due to Theresia’s father’s coming into town a few days ago, and from the moment she saw her father that day, her mind wasn’t really in the same place as her body. Something must’ve happened, but she never told me what happened between them…

Relationship within families is a complicated matter and always have been. Every parent or family member has their way of showing their love, but when one doesn’t fully grasp how one can show love or doesn’t understand that what they did was actually how they love, it will become a…

When I reached my mother’s house, I found a car parked inside, which I’m sure was my father’s rental car. Our last talk didn’t end well for both of us, and I reminded myself not to jump to the conclusion of his arrival at my mother’s this time so that…

The elevator dinged, the metallic doors sliding open to reveal a face I hadn’t seen in years — my father’s. He looked older, the lines around his eyes more pronounced, but his piercing gaze remained unchanged. I stood there, frozen. He knows where I live. “Dad?” The word tumbled out…

“Speaking of dreams, what is yours?” I had to ask Asher about this since he mentioned that he liked the choice of topics this time. Not many had realized how small their dreams were as they aged, just like me or my mother — I just wanted to live my…

Monday night was the time where I choose to stayed at home other than saying yes to Oliver’s invitation to the Bar Margaux, a New York inspired French bistro that were just around the Lonsdale street. If they asked me on the weekend or any other day other than Monday…

“Tonight, on Late Night Talks, we dive into the complexities of aspirations left uncashed. The dreams that once shimmered brightly were tucked away like a box of old memories left on the attics or the skies once full of stars and now just a vast expanse of darkness.” “Have you…

The sun shines through, making its way between the curtains that were still half open. The subtle warmth cast a bright light of the sun shining on the half-emptied wine from last night we both enjoyed. …

Dear Genevive, I always wanted to write you one before our wedding receptions, and here I was writing you one when you were sleeping right next to me on a plane ride that boarded New York. I chuckle, thinking of how silly I must look right now, writing this with…