Rama and I on plane to Toronto.
She suddenly turns quiet, gets a far-away look and turns to me, with tears welling up in those eyes.
Rama: I miss Honey... (the lola)
By this time, I was also a complete mess and we both lost it. Crying, hugging, holding, oblivious to the other passengers.
Rama, still crying: Ayokong makita kang umiiyak.
Rama: Kasi ang pangit mo pag umiiyak ka.