"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

It’s been four days since you left us. Four surreal days without you. When I look at you, lying there so still, I am half expecting you to open your eyes, jump out and say ‘just kidding! I’m still here!’ but no. I’ve been waiting for four days for you to do that but, you still haven’t made your punchline Kuya. I can’t imagine you not being here, because you have always been here. I see you coming outside your house to smoke your cigarettes, I hear you playing your music so loud and I catch myself singing along with them, I see you starting your scooter up and just tinkering with it forever. Kuya you’ve always been here, so I have no f*cking clue (sorry for the F word) how to go through each day not seeing you here. It’s just way too soon Kuya.. I miss you already and I will miss you everyday. To our handyman, our protector, our driver, our brother, our one and only Kuya… I love you forever.