OFW Chronicles: Filipinos Abroad

I woke up this morning a little bit odd than usual. My pillows are on the floor and my eyes are aching or something. Then the usual or routinary thing to do, get in the bathroom and prepare for work. Upon reaching for my toothbrush I saw my reflection on the mirror. I look terrible, what could have happened in five hours while I was asleep. My eyes are swollen and some remnants or traces of salty water on my face. I could have been crying in my sleep but I don’t remember anything. The gush of water from my head to my face suddenly jerked my memory. I dreamt of my late father, we were talking (as if he was still here) about my brothers and sisters like we always do when we get the chance. We are both concern of their current situations in life. As if he were telling me that he’s leaving for good and I should do something about it. Then we talked of my late mother of how much she loved me and how proud she was of me. Then all turned blurry like a dream as it is but enough to make me so