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.
At sa isang sulok, may pink na cabinet. Inside it?119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHCrjL6sf3Y
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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxrIRwzCnCf
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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ64QY97J22Z
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,119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkFyCKVqfNA
I still get scared sometimes.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRuOjYeojMG
What if I'm too much? What if I'm still that girl who gives too much for too little?
But then I look at you, and I remember—119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf9dSgOR1Ea
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsV5O82ofgR
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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Taped on the fridge.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6GWM59t5gR
Faded. But still legible.
"Some people write diaries.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ04p29ihXGX
I wrote myself out of grief with sticky notes.
And now, every page, every step—119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCe5HMClWJW
I write in joy.
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This is my real life.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwpA3Map7ah
Gullible, yes.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWe3GdzBa5a
But brave.
– Peachy Chen-Mo119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIxxxCbiPSI
(formerly 'The Sticky Note Girl')
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Just... loved."
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