refugee

because i dared to fight back and choose truth over (another, bigger) denial, i was ceremoniously kicked out of our house last thursday. Ceremoniously, because there was a 'decree' posted on the wall by my bedroom door, 'ordering' me to leave the house, for reasons which lady Justice, i am sure, will not even find acceptable.

After all, i pay a bigger share of the rent, and 1/3 of electricity & water & phone bils, and the monthly cable dues, and the yaya, and the helper. And more and more and more...

But this fight doesn't need THAT war, so i just chose not to go back to that house after work that day. And i am never going back to that house either, lest i myself be subject to another war which can just totally distract me from the real fight. But i digress...

So the fact of the matter is, i am homeless, while rauf spends this 'forced' quality time with his dad. After months of not supporting him, this decision was really a big 'gift' of sorts. Yes, i digress again. anyway, i have lots of friends who can let me stay over at their homes/ apartments/ units, but there is one little, cozy batcave in quezon city where i have constantly sought and previously found asylum.

And now, i have been granted temporary asylum, as usual, complete with all the amenities, space & perks the batcave & the Queen Bee have to offer.

So thank you, YOU. The most royal & kindest of bees also has the biggest heart i know.

And don't worry. We are scouring every nook & cranny of this, our beloved city, hoping against hope that we find OUR new playground, on a street & city address & with neighbors we can stomach.

Like her Queen Bee, this little fighter still has royal blood & personal interests to protect, after all. A refugee she may be, but an informal settler, never.

;-)