I only had four hours of sleep last night, but I still got up early — it’s Sunday, and I’ve been waiting for this day to go to church. Even if it’s just me again, no familiar faces from the Philippines around, I still went. There’s something about being there, sitting quietly, that gives my restless heart a sense of peace.

When I got home, I treated myself to my favorite Thai green curry — the kind that makes me eat way too much rice, but I didn’t mind. It felt comforting, like a small reward for simply showing up today.

After eating, I called my son, then some of my friends back home. For a while, the sound of their voices filled the silence of this room. But in between those calls, my mind started running again — excited, restless, thinking about finishing my website and what else I can do to earn.

Sleep is calling me, but so are my dreams. And tonight, I’ll keep working on my little “thingy” until I can no longer fight the pull of rest. Because even on tired days like this, I still want to keep going — one small step, one quiet whisper at a time.