Yamot
are we there yet?
The burning pain intensified as time passed. Her once-round cheeks were planted firmly on the leather seat, the pins and needles burying themselves deeper. The trip was long and the course was even longer. A series of winding roads and rough terrain awaited her in the near future - a future which she dreaded. From Quezon City to Camarines Norte, she sat in this tiny foldable seat, in the same position for hours. But she couldn't move because the head of her cousin rested comfortably on her left shoulder, sleeping soundly while her body ached for a change in position.