My other family...
I’ve always loved to read. I remember during my earliest years in elementary (grade school), the only books I loved to study and browse were the ones with stories. I loved to read the stories about Filipino families, the picture perfect family who ate together, prayed together (usually they’d go to Antipolo on Sundays), went to the beach, and had pets ( Muning and/or Bantay ). There’d be Lolo (Grandpa), Lola (Grandma), Nanay (Mother), Tatay (Father), Kuya (Older Brother), Ate (Older Sister) and Bunso (Youngest). Tatay would come home from work just in time with Nanay just finishing to set the table for early dinner. The kids would study together, with the older kids always helping Bunso . They’d always have time to play and do house chores. They’d even grow fruits and vegetables in the backyard. And, they were always the most respectful, polite, kind and happy kids. I would always imagine myself as one of the kids in such stories. Not that my family is not a happy one