Letter to Rocco Part 1

Happier times 

Bata bata, Its been almost three months. Still every time I think about writing a piece, that feeling of tightness in my throat and numbness fills my body. No one will ever replace you bata. I feel like you did not deserve this end. This should not have been the end of you. Although we may have drifted apart, we were always close in heart. Even if we've never talked, we know deep down we will be there for each other.

Three months has gone, nothing much have changed. I still lived in the same house we picked. I speak of you as you've left for work and did not return. In my mind, you will still return home in the afternoon, with you bilum on your side, jeans, a formal shirt and that smile with a joke ready to come out of it.

"Mrow!", you would call out. I would joke about your night shift comparing it to catching flying foxes. "Yu kism sampla too or nogat?". Sometimes you'd say "Noad ya, ol 'khombi' les lo pas lo net." This was our life, simple, never argued over anything. We always agreed on everything, even if it wasn't our initial agreement, we go with whoever has the most reasonable judgement.

We used to make fun of how people back at home would see us and say "Ol man ya go lo Mosbi lo drink beer", but in reality, we were never fans of SP Brewery or Mosin. Drinking was for leisure, and if we have money. We never considered ourselves important, we are just the same as everyone else, therefore whatever we earn goes to the table and others first. If we have left overs, then we can buy something for ourselves. By the way, I'm still saving up to buy that TV screen for the house - 1 year and counting. You were supposed to put half! :D

Any ways bata, only time will heal - for now, lets just say yu go work night shift.

Always be remembered Roccomahn.