It was the day Joemar died.
After his last breath on that sad 4th of September (and after I regained my sense of responsibility), I texted our close mutual friends and my sisters about what happened. My sisters and my parents, who all loved Joemar as well, were in the United States at the time. It was before 5 am in their part of the world.
Mia, our youngest and the New York resident, was first to read the message. She immediately burst into tears and tried to wake Apple, who was sleeping on the couch. Naturally, it was a futile effort, so Mia tried the other people in her home.
When she entered my parents' assigned bedroom, Dad was packing because it was their last day in Mia's apartment.
[This is an important fact: It was their last day in New York. Just had to emphasize it. You may proceed.]
Mia, while hysterically sobbing, hugged my hearing-impaired father [<--Another important fact] and told him the news about Joemar.
In response, my Dad tearfully said ...
"We'll miss you too, Mia."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAaaaaa ... *fade out*
So upon realizing that Dad thought she was crying over her family's departure, Mia went to Mama and explained what was going on. Third time's a charm.
And then they all cried.
:(
Ummm, I don't know how to give this story a happier ending, so here's a video of a baby bewildered by twins. You're welcome.
