My Chronicle

  Safe Place You were never loud, never demanding space, yet somehow, you became the place my heart knew how to rest. In a world that kept asking for strength, explanations, resilience; you were the pause. The exhale. The silence that didn’t need filling. With you, I didn’t have to armor myself. I could sit with unfinished thoughts, half-healed wounds, and truths I wasn’t ready to explain. You were my safe zone, where laughter didn’t judge, where presence was enough, where I was allowed to simply be human. Even now, I carry that space within me, proof that once, I was understood without effort, held without being claimed. Some safe places don’t disappear; they just become memories we quietly protect, because they taught us what peace once felt like. And for that, I remain grateful. 💖Atty. Su 💖

  My sweating hands.   When I was young, people would look at my wet palms and say, “Pasmado imong kamot.” I believed it too. I thought that was the whole explanation, “pasmadong kamay,” period.   But growing up with “singtonong kamot or pawising kamay” wasn’t just a label. It was a daily struggle. During elementary exams, I always needed extra paper na ihapin sa akong kamot para dili mabasa ang test paper ug akong answers. When I wore slippers, moslide akong tiil, kabuling-buling akong tsinelas, and sometimes friends would laugh about it.   During Mass in church, when it was time to hold hands during the singing of “Our Father,” I would silently panic. I felt awkward, exposed, different.   In high school, it became heavier. Insecurity started to grow. I avoided handshakes, holding hands with friends, or anything that required close contact. Same routine during exams, extra papers, panyo, and quiet prayers that nobody would notice and dili mab...

“Pages of Us” (By Atty. Su) Verse 1 It started with a smile, a simple word, A kindness that my heart had never heard. You said, “Let’s keep in touch,” and I did. Not knowing how deep those pages would live. Chorus Now I’m turning the pages of us, Every line, every laugh, every trust. There are tears between the words I write, But your warmth still lights my night. No, this story never fades or dusts, I’m just reading through the pages of us. Verse 2 There were days the world felt light and new, When laughter filled the room, because of you. But time can paint in shades we can’t control, And silence writes what hearts can’t hold. (Repeat Chorus) Bridge I’ve learned to let go, not to erase, But to keep the love, just in its place. If I ever see your smile again, I’ll whisper “thank you” for what had been. Final Chorus Still, I’m turning the pages of us, Where friendship once bloomed like trust. No regrets, just memories that stay, In the book my heart ...

  “The Delivery Rider” (Starring Baron Gaiser) I just finished watching The Delivery Rider and I have to say, I truly admire Baron Gaiser’s portrayal of a rider with autism. He played the role so naturally that you can actually feel the emotions behind the character, not exaggerated, not forced, just real and deeply human. What touched me most was how he showed that a person on the spectrum can express love, frustration and hope in such quiet but powerful ways. His eyes alone could tell the story. You’d see moments of struggle, but also strength and dignity. Baron must have really studied how individuals with autism perceive and respond to their surroundings, and that authenticity came through. He gave life to a character who is often misunderstood, proving that autism doesn’t define one’s ability to feel or connect. The Delivery Rider isn’t just a story about a man doing deliveries, it’s about perseverance, purpose and finding meaning in simple things. For me, it’s a reminder tha...

  My Mama, Conchita Acup Handugan , was born on January 10, 1950. a woman whose quiet strength and untiring faith became the foundation of our family’s story. The youngest among four siblings, she grew up in simplicity, surrounded by love and faith and carried those same values throughout her life. At 19, she got married and soon began the lifelong journey of motherhood, raising nine children, each one carrying a piece of her love and resilience. Life wasn’t kind to Mama all the time. In 1990, our family faced a tragedy that changed everything,   one that led to Mama and Papa’s separation. But even in that heartbreak, Mama never faltered. She picked up the pieces, gathered her courage and carried us all through the storm. With the help of her parents and the will of her heart, she worked as a house helper to feed us, to clothe us and to make sure we continued our schooling. When life was hardest, Mama stood tallest. We, her children, became working students, following her ...

  “She Still Stands There” Mama used to stand in that doorway, Her smile brighter than the morning sun, Calling our names with love in her voice, The kind that made each day feel begun. Now the door is quiet, still and bare, No footsteps, no laughter, no call to share. Yet somehow, in the hush of the breeze, We feel her presence in the rustling trees & in her flowers. The garden blooms as if she’s near, Each leaf a whisper, “I’m always here.” Though her hands no longer sweep the floor, Her warmth still guards that humble door. Time may pass, but love won’t fade, Her light still shines through every shade. And in that space she used to stand, I see her, smiling, gentle, hand in hand. "Ma, in our hearts, you're just there" #MissingMama https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1A1ppYGc5f/ Atty. Su