Finally talked to my lolo and lola tonight. Really wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone because of a horrible morning, but I decided to suck it up and stop being a selfish twat.
They sound the same, even after god knows how many months since I've talked to them. Lola still sounds like she has a perpetual cold, and lolo was playing (surprise) mah-jonng when we called. He told me it was their golden anniversary this year.
"I can't believe I lasted fifty years with this woman," he told me, laughing. "Of course, she's probably thinking the same about me."

I could hear my lola in the background. She's maybe laughing along with him, or telling someone to cut up the lechon already. This past weekend, my mom bought mangoes from a Chinese store in Cleveland, but they can't even compare to the ones that fell from trees onto our roof back home.
It's hard to think of anything else but that.