I remember coming home one night.
“Fuck it’s so cold.
Fuck
Fuck
My boots are so heavy.
Malayo pa ba?
This building is so creepy.
Is anybody home..”
Then I stopped midway to check if there was light on one of the windows.
I saw one.
“Ah! Boan’s home!”
Since then, I formed this habit. That every time I’d open the door, I’d say
“Fan.. Boan..”
Elongating the A’s between the consonants. Usually they are at home. But most of the time, I cannot tell because I am home before the sun goes down and there are no lights in the windows, sometimes I know this for sure, but I call them out anyway.
VENICE DE CASTRO ATIENZA 