On leaving home

I told Ignacio that the only times I truly regretted moving out of my parents' home was whenever I got sick. I mean, who doesn’t miss being cared for by Mama (or in my case, Lola), and having to be spoon-fed lugaw when you hardly have the appetite to eat? But even then, you eventually find someone else to tuck you in bed and feed you when you’re ill, or you can have your favorite Chinese restaurant deliver any congee combination available on their extensive menu. Hah! (Click Something Like Life for the rest.)