Teenager life and i started to get crazy reading books, pocket books. di ko na matandaan kung anong pocket books ang kinalolokohan ko noon but i remember ....
Saturday morning and at the age when a teenager are glued stick in their bed lalo na pag weekend, ang hirappppp gisingin. Nanay is about to go to market and force me to get up in bed, calling my name and shaking me hard. I finally get up and when she knows that I'm awake and can remember her bilin nag-umpisa na. Mag linis ka pupunta na ako ng palenke. Lina nodding, opo - ok sa english. an hour or two had passed dumating si Perla 'di magkanda-ugaga sa dalang pinamili sa palengke .. inabutan si Lina hawak ang walis nakaupo sa sala, nag babasa na naman. "Batukan ko nga " sabi ni Perla!
Out of nowhere I felt the hit! *tok* and did not realized she got home. The house still in wreck, I'm holding the walis sa isang kamay while the other you know what .... tumalsik! ang layo ng narating nung libro ko and Perla could have been a good baseball player, if chance had given.
moral of memory: focus sa walis pag weekend.
hahaha is that true?
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ReplyDeletethis is a good therapy - the more you remember her and take it out thru your own writing 0 the more you discover your relationship with your nanay and the more you discover who you are - mwahhh
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