Pain taught me how to— It still feels familiar; the hailing of the tricycle, the fear, the scream that erupted from my lips the moment everything became much clearer. I always want to cry about the loss, but there are sincerely no tears left to cry. How I slept so peacefully that night was a huge miracle. How I managed to receive calls and even crack jokes the next day is something I can't truly explain. I hate pity so much, hence, I moved on. I smiled halfheartedly to people who sincerely reached out and consoled me for the loss. I gave an equal smile to people who riled their losses on pictures they were supposed to take and the others who sympathized out of necessity. It's the thoughts that count anyway. I had never been the same person after that day. I had refused to go out with any device on me again, daring the incident to happen again. I became extremely cautious of tricycles, and will always choose a bus as an alternative. Not that it was a better choice anyway. But th...