(This is the 10th entry to Holding On: Essay Writing Contest on the COVID-19 Pandemic.) Silence further tethered our scare not to trail where we once knew were safe but now have become a threat to life; and the deeper I heaved a sigh for the thought of what awaits us amid the pandemic, the weaker was my grip for the faith I have within myself—life is hard to live, so is living for life. Later that day of March 2020, classes were finally suspended in my university as the last school to amend class suspension, and I admit I am one of those who celebrated, neither have I anticipated lockdown nor quarantine. Life was even harder dealing with, from executing finances to being anxious about being twenty years old to be legal in passing checkpoints to access goods and medicine. At a young age, I stood as parent to my sisters since my mother took risk working abroad, and my father is no foundation as feeble bamboos he made for our shelter, he, too, left when he could no longer take parenting