On the early morning flight from Manila to Toronto (via HK). Deja vu!
Rama, teary-eyed: I miss Honey (the lola).
Me: Ayan, naiiyak na rin ako.
Rama: Crying Ladies tayo?
Crying Ladies happened to be one movie on heavy rotation on our DVD player during our short-but-oh-so-sweet trip to Manila.
And the tragi-comedy continues: I hand her a tissue. Which I pulled from my jacket pocket. Which was soaked in White Flower.
I talk her through it and manage to curb a panic attack. (The trick was to let the tears flow. Washing with water will only make it worse.) We were both reminded of a scene in Crying Ladies where they used Vicks to bring on the tears. Except Hilda Coronel put way too much Vicks and ended up crying for real.