I am home, yes, two days actually prior my expected arrival which surprised my mother who met her son with a motherly embrace who, having been away for a month and has spent most of his time in the company of reprinted books, indeed needed it dearly.

My sister was home too, so much earlier than I and with the same reasons as I. She has acquired, almost year ago in Manila, the employment of being responsible for many lives, all of which are encased in a metallic tube with wings gliding a few hundred feet in the sky, as an air traffic controller. She blesses us with her presence from time to time since, last of which was during Christmas, fretting about the predicament over her two lovers.

In all of queer occasions with which we have made our family reunion (for it has been long enough since we all have been under one roof in a certain span of time), we have made it at the advent of a grand Election. With all its glorious symbolism for democracy's most oustanding achievement, in reality - a time ripe with possibility of chaos, violence, and murder.