One year later.
The Mo estate garden had changed. Hindi na siya parang isang sculpture park—hindi stiff, hindi curated para sa magazine shoot. Now, it felt lived in. May pink bicycle sa tabi ng pinto. May maliit na hammock. At may mga halaman na hindi lang ornamental—may siling labuyo, kamatis, basil, at even gumamela.
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Hundreds of sticky notes—curled, faded, and still alive.
Peachy sat by the patio, sipping ginger tea habang nakasuot ng maluwag na floral duster. Her feet were propped on Charlie's lap. He was reading beside her, head bent, fingers absentmindedly drawing circles on her ankle.
"You kept all of them?" tanong ni Charlie, tinutukoy ang cabinet.
"Of course," Peachy smiled. "They're not just notes. They're versions of me that survived."
Charlie closed the book and tilted his head toward her. "May bago ka bang sinulat today?"
"Tingin ka sa ilalim ng unan mo mamaya," she grinned.
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Linsay Mo had passed peacefully in her sleep. Peachy had been holding her hand.60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjHqbhxjhjN
Before closing her eyes for the last time, Linsay whispered, "Tell your daughter about me one day. That I saw her before I left."
At hindi na napigilan ni Peachy ang luhang bumagsak.
Back in the present, Charlie looked at her stomach—slightly round now, tiny enough to be hidden by her loose dress, but real enough to be felt.60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhcrqTcCsYA
He placed his hand there.
"She kicked again," he whispered.
"She likes you," Peachy teased.
"Smart girl," Charlie said, eyes softening. "Just like her mom."
"Hey, gullible lang ang mama niya," Peachy laughed. "Pero hindi bobo."
Charlie kissed her belly. "That gullibility saved my life."
Later that night, after she had fallen asleep, Charlie lifted his pillow and found her newest note.
"Dear Charlie,60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJXgo7QmNRW
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What if I'm too much? What if I'm still that girl who gives too much for too little?
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I'm giving because I'm loved.
Thank you for choosing me, not to rescue you, but to walk with you.
– Peachy, who is finally, finally not sorry for dreaming."
Three months later, a baby girl was born.60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6xDK3C0NOb
They named her Luna Linsay Mo—after the moon, and after the woman who believed Peachy was enough even before she did.
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One sticky note at a time, her daughter would grow up knowing how words—soft, stubborn, and sticky—can hold a life together.
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Faded. But still legible.
"Some people write diaries.60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDcn3W6Ihnq
I wrote myself out of grief with sticky notes.
And now, every page, every step—60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRrvYaPwOPB
I write in joy.
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This is my real life.60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdUvwkYIDzl
Gullible, yes.60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWYs3GzcKui
But brave.
– Peachy Chen-Mo60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF9WLFs0wbL
(formerly 'The Sticky Note Girl')
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Just... loved."
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