January has always been my favorite month and my mom has always been my favorite person, so when my birthday week came last year, I decided to travel with her. The cold weather in Baguio was no match to the warmth my mother and I shared during our stay—walking hand in hand, laughing every time we get lost and tired, and hugging each other whenever we get the chance. We remained the same in La Union even when it wasn’t as chilly. My 22nd birthday never felt incomplete even though she was the only one I celebrated it with. The places we explored and the food we enjoyed became much more special because we were together. My mom is ultimately the only person in the world I couldn’t imagine living life without.
This post is part of #thestrangehertravels photo essay project.