One early morning i woke up with a shout on my face, someone says she needs a wet towel, and someone keeps on asking me what happen to my face. I woke up and stretched to see them making fuss about myself. I’m confused and touched my face to see streaks of blood on my finger. My nose is bleeding. I looked at the pillow and my cousin’s shirt, oh ghad there’s lots of blood. They end the discussion by concluding that it happened because last night i spoke with my niece in Canada. I love my relatives.

The next day i was alone in our house, relatives already gone last night and my siblings weren’t in Laguna. I woke up and touched my nose, i saw streaks of blood again. Though much less. Two different places, weather. What’s wrong with me?