Today marks the 43rd wedding anniversary of my folks! Grabe, they have lasted together this long? Hahaha! Pardon me for the laughter, I am just amused and at the same time pressured. Tough act to follow, huh.
This is the first time that I will be writing about my parents. And I decided to share some good pre-school childhood memories with them that I could not forget:
- The night I did not sleep just to find out who “Santa Claus” really was. I was pretending to be asleep when before 12 midnight one Christmas Eve, I heard my parents talking about how much money they would put inside the socks that my sisters and I excitedly hanged by the window earlier that day. Of course, I was shattered to know the truth because “Santa” never came back after that. Goodbye socks. Goodbye gifts.
- The day my dad brought me and my younger sister Beverly to watch The NeverEnding Story, D.A.R.Y.L. and Candy (starring the then bulilit Sheryl Cruz) at the Rodela Theater in Dagupan City. Cute.
- The day we went to Manila via a train. We went to a mall and it was my first time then to eat pizza and ride an escalator. I saw this mascot with the second name “Kamatis” because her head looked like one big red tomato! I could not remember the first name though. Aarrrrghh.
- Our daily walks from home to school with my mom. I was only four then and my younger sister, three. We didn’t have nannies then so my mom was forced to take us to the school where she first taught. There, we would play, drink milk, eat, and sleep. What a sacrifice for a working mother to make!
- Our kantahan nights. Before going to sleep, they would teach us some children’s songs and the first song I’ve learned in my life started with the words “smile a while..” and ended with “’til we meet again.” I could not remember anymore the words in between. That was almost 32 years ago ‘no.
- The days our dad would catch us children one by one and crack all our toes. Hay naku, hulihan talaga to the max and we would all roar in pain and laughter! Hahaha!
Those were the good old days when life was still much simpler and less complicated. And I could not blame my parents for blurting out the words “noong kapanahunan namin” every time they try to put some good sense into our heads. Looking back, probably they are right. Having a good family life is not a matter of luck but a matter of choice.
Happy Anniversary!






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