I miss some memories of people, 8pms next to a ceiling of November stars and random yo momma jokes. I miss pepperoni pizzas and orange sodas of a meeting the night before an Algebra exam. I miss some people who move to the United States, back to Mindanao, away to Makati. I miss not knowing of a graduation until we sing that batch song one last time. I miss her under a Langka tree with a chuckle next to the height of my left shoulder. She was measuring my happiness in the little talks and ringing laughter. I miss wiping her tears as I helped roll her bag across the rocky road to a bus. I miss being under the wings of God when I first met him through lion puppets and singing prophets. I miss biting through those chocolate chip cookies after successfully reciting John 3:16. I miss eating until the tummy says “keep going” and the candy bar bag was always open. I miss crying when my yaya leaves me everytime I go to kindergarten. This was every single time I get down the school bus. I miss smiling for a family portrait next to the Christmas tree. I miss riding across a river with my little brother in paper hats and a floormat boat I miss walking across a field of santol buds. Ruby to my eyes and to others who pick them. I miss my panda bear. I could always sew the eyes back on. I miss being young But I can’t miss growing up and moving on.