As a 22-year old living in this world, you would think that my routine is composed only of waking up to prepare to work – work my ass off for 8 hours – go home and clean up after myself. And basically do this for the rest of my life until I am an old almost dying but with enough money survive type of human.

Sorry to disappoint society that at the moment, I am not included with your statistics of normal young adults nor your stereotypical work hard, play hard youngster.

What I do is wake up leisurely (asking myself if I need to get up now), ponder upon my dreams (which is usually a high-energy activity because I dream of the most ridiculous and adventurous things such as me visiting a school with advanced buildings and I have to go through point A to point B but there are seven checkpoints and there’s this boy who helped me but I ended up dropping him like a sack of potatoes, glad I didn’t get distracted by men even in my dreams), prepare myself an iced coffee and probably some leftover cookies and wait until 10 AM comes for me to prepare and go out.

Now don’t get me wrong, I know that in this time of the pandemic, one must stay home to save lives of other people and themselves. One should only travel if it is absolutely necessary.

My situation falls under necessity.

I go and ride a tricycle in a 4-minute drive and go to my grandma’s house. Stay there for 7 hours and then go home. I do this 5 days a week. So it’s almost going to work but I don’t call it that. It’s more of a walk of experience if anything.

My grandmother is an 80-year old woman living alone. Well, not alone alone, but there’s just no one available enough to look after her for most of the day because people at home have work to do. So it fell under my responsibility.

I have never once in my life viewed my grandma as a vulnerable woman, she was a force to be reckoned with juggling everything everyday and still manages to keep that youthful joy in her. Her sharp mind and wits keeps the house upright.

Nowadays, when she’s cooking and goes by the refrigerator, she suddenly say, “Nakalimutan ko na ano kukunin ko.” (I forgot what I was about to get). She easily gets dizzy all of a sudden, for no reason and has to hold me for support. She has no hand-body coordination most of the time now. And well, there was a time where she fell down and I wasn’t there and a person just saw her struggling outside.

It was scary that this is how it turned out to be.

On the bright side, if I’m there, I get to keep her company. And our daily conversations keeps us both laughing till afternoon. It was never boring there.

I just want to keep a record of my grandmother being amazing, still, at 80. You rock, grandma. I love you.