Personally the year 2009 will forever etched in my memory as it had brought me pain and triumph at the same time. It was the year my father passed away which until now still hurts and can’t believe that he was gone. We spent the Christmas together as a family last Christmas 2008 after 27 years and he was full of life and so brave to go through all those operations but all of us know that it was too risky and that parting where he cried and ran after me will haunt me for the rest of my life.

My countrymen were also hit by 2 typhoons in a less than a month which leaves thousand of families homeless. My hometown is used to floods ever since I can remember we always had to move in the second floor of our house. But this time just after just one year after the strong winds of typhoon Frank which left our family house and most of the houses in my village without a roof, the recent typhoon Peping brought massive rains which suddenly left our house submerged in flood. Luckily no one was hurt and it was like nothing ever happened when you look at the pictures after they cleaned the house  but we lost a lot of  old pictures, memories of our childhood which  but it always remains in our memory.

Our house during typhoon Parma (Peping)

Another tragedy my home country just experienced after the two typhoons was the Ampatuan Massacre in Maguindanao where there was 57 innocent people consist of journalists, women, who were killed in a barbaric way that I can’t describe because it makes me puke and can’t believe that those who are responsible  can do those awful thing other human beings I think they are not human beings at all. I just hope and pray the victims gets the justice they deserved and their families may recover from the tragedy.

Last year was also a really busy year as I was so active in my community locally and abroad. As a Babaylan Denmark’s country representative I was able to attend the Babaylan europe’s Congress and conference and at the same time I had been to Odense and Norway to spearhead the Au pair conference.

It was also the year 2009 where I was able to travel to Paris, France last  and met a lot of wonderful Filipinos when I joined the annual  conference of the Babaylan Europe and I was glad to meet most of them in the city of romance. I was able to see those wonderful places where I only see in th post cards or in the movie but what I enjoyed most is the people I met especially the migrants when we joined their seminar and I realized that day I or we are so lucky in  Denmark in comparison with  the problems experienced by the Filipino migrants in France. I cried during that meeting because they remind me of my parents who were also worked hard for almost 30 years in foreign land and suffered all the loneliness just to provide us a better life. I can’t control my tears and they just let me cried. I don’t know at that time that my father was about to die and when I came home the day after I was waken up with that call…

Last November I went to Athens, Greece to join the People’s Global Action on Migration, Development human rights conference on Migrant coinciding with the United Nations’s Global Forum on Migration and development  but wasn’t able to come in time during the discussion of the aupair problems but my colleuges from Babaylan Denmark and Babaylan Holland did a great job as most of our countrymen and other NGO’s doesn’t know about it. But I was able to Attend the closing ceremonies and it was fantastic and at the same time sad to hear those sad stories of migrants all over the world.

When the two Pinoys who won the CNN/You tube Contest Paul Garilao and Ponching Orioste Jr. came to Copenhagen I became more busy by introducing them to all the Filipino events and visit relevant places like the Waste Segregation Plant and the Incineration Plant where the waste is turn onto source of heat and energy. we event met the President of the Philippines Gloria Arroyo during her meeting with the Filipino Community in Denmark. So I was told that by my friends that they saw me in TV Patrol when they were featured those two guys.

The Winners of CNN/Youtube COP15 contest Paul and Ponching with Denmark's Filipinamoms Ana and Hilda

I wasn’t able to update this blog because of too many activities and I actually too tired to do anything but my family keeps me sane especially my son who always gives me joy and I cherish every moment I spend with him and of course my husband who always supported me up 100%. And lastly I thank God for all the blessings we had received last year and God bless us for this new year.

I thought it was just a short post but I want to greet and wish you a Happy new year.

My school
In just 12 days its my exams in my semester. We will continue our project last semester the 5 Storey Refurbishment but we will deal with Tender Documentation and Work Area (contracts). Sometime I wish that I was still in my engineering days where there is a focus just memorize the theories, formulas and practice solving problems and you’re done. It’s different  in my field now or maybe just  in Denmark,  well according to exchange students classmates it’s tough you’re on your own here.

Teachers doesn’t really teach but just a guide/consultants,  you learn while you work on your project  then ask questions along the way its more of practical.  I need to make the plans, section & elevations, details and almost tons of documents which includes contracts, planning, costing, correspondence, computations, tender documents (Project description & work description) and so on and so forth. Then I will put everything in a series of slides in a Powerpoint presentation all documents and drawing should be saved as pdf file then drag them in the slides with hyperlink so teachers/examiners can open the documents. Paperless.

Here’s the scenario. I don’t need paper and pencil just dress a little bit and act like your presenting a project to a client and you stand beside a computer and open my file in the exam server and present the Powerpoint presention of my project in 10 minutes while the teachers and this time there 2 external examiners/censors (just like a board exam) who have their own laptops and lurking at some documents in their subjects while pretending to hear my presentations which kind of awkward while the external censors are trying to understand what I’m taking about. After that they ask questions and then leave the room and they deliberate what grade they should award to me 0- (fail but can retake the exam), 2 (barely passed), 4 (pass), 7 ( average), 10 (above average), 12 (excellent). Then they call me and give me my grad3. Average time all in all 30 mins for 3months of work. Watch out for  the next chapter.

Internship

I’m on the process of sending out my application for my 13 weeks internships to companies related to my degree. Most students find job in architectural firms since most of us are familiar with making plans and specially using Revit & Autocad Archiecture. I intend to find work in my specialization Facility Management which I got the future, Property developers, General Contractors, Consultants. Kind of hard considering too many companies are firing people but hey I’m free they should hire me. If my husband would let me I will go to the Philippines there’s a lot of architectural firms, General contractors, Project Managers etc.and I know a lot of them most of them were my clients before.  My  plan was to take my son with me because I can afford a babysitter or my cousin can watch him I just hope  my hubby will  approve but he said he can’t live alone.  Watch out for the next chapter

Babaylan Activities

I did attend a lot of meetings in the community especially with the visit of the new ambassador to the Philippines who holds office in Norway. Every Wednesday we have telephone consultancy with aupair problems and other women’s problems like separations, divorce etc. beside all the emails, sms, phone calls  I have to answer. I sometimes helps with the Babaylan Denmark website and administer Facebook, twitter etc.

On Nov. 5-7 we will be in Greece for the Babaylan Europe Conference coinciding with the UNCommission on  Migration which we will also attend. Nov. 20 we will have the first ever Au Pair conference in Norway to tackle the Au Pair problem in Norway and Denmark.

My Family

I’m taking care of my son who has 5 days old diarrhea there’s  no medicine because its a gastrointestinal virus so it means I have to work at home not able to avail of the consultancy form the teachers until its over. Thanks to Disney Clubhouse and Nickelodeon I can work with interruptions but he’s a nice patient  full of stories and questions.

After almost a month I been able to visit my sister’s new apartment away from us she used to live just one floor under our flat. I miss her already especially I can’t just leave my son when I have  an urgent meeting to her and I’m lazy to cook my own food. But I’m so proud of her after 1 year at a big hotel she’s now a manager and now owns a flat. Sorry guys she’s married and have a kid.

I have a friend who is so tactless who told me bluntly that ” Oh ate Ana your sister beat you she already buying her own flat after only 4 years in DK while youre already 7 years” I told her it’s not a competition and I’m happy and right now it’s only my husband who earns/ got job. We will get into that when I start to work fulltime. In my life now material things doesn’t makes me happy but doing something for women and the community like helping poor aupairs/women makes me fulfilled as person and of course seeing my family in good health and able to travel once in a while. The most important thing is the time I spend with my family which I cherish the most beside my voluntary work.

I’m lucky to have a husband like mine who supports me and my passion. I love him. I love my son and I love my life. I’m lucky also to do all these things here in my adopted country where everything is possible.

I just received the sad news today that my father died in the hospital bed. I can’t believe it because most of my loyal readers and friends knows that he was operated last January to remove a tumor in his brain. We visited him and he was slowly but surely was on his way to fully recover. When we visited him last February after his first operation I can vividly he tried to talk and walk although he was struggling but he tried to show us that he can walk. We were so happy when Magnus, my 3 year old son tried to help him walk using the stroller whatever you call it. We also enjoyed moments when we ate and he always asked me to share my potato chips.

My brother Jess had described his last visit and posted it in his Friendster’s bulletin. He still too saddened by our lost he can fell my father around him in his room where my parent used to stay and in our flat where he ashes lies. He had a special bond because the blood that runs in his veins is my father’s literally because he almost died when he was a baby and only my father’s blood type that matched. I wasn’t there which hurts me so much.

Last monday June 8,2009 I was holding my father´s hand as he slowly taking his last moment,last breath of his life. He was lying in bed seriously ill. I kept talking to him about our family, our relatives and friends, our past and our future. Hoping he can still listen to every words I´m saying. Sometimes he showed a little hope of life by breathing heavily and moving his lips and his eye lids. I kept holding his hand firmly to make him feel how we love him dearly. I can still feel the warmth of his body giving me hope that he can make it still and recover soon. I said my goodbyes to him and left the hospital with little hope that he will still be alright.

I went back to work that day and still keep praying and hoping that my father will be ok. As I finished my work and head to my room suddenly a certain sadness struck me and I keep crying knowing that my father will be gone soon. I only stop when I have fallen asleep. About 3 o´clock early in the morning of June 9, 2009 I was awake already like when how my father used to wake me up. Then the phone started ringing, first ring I didn´t want to answer it, second ring I´m afraid already it will be the saddest news of my life. Third ring I decided to answer it to accept the reality. Then the lady said if the family of Estanislao P. Navarro could come to the hospital. I didn´t ask any more question but self denying the reality. I called my mother to tell them about the call. I prepared myself and went to face the reality. As I slowly walk getting near the hospital my knees were trembling. I saw my mother and my sisters. We talked with the doctor and told us about the death of my father. By then we were already crying. I hugged my mother and sisters and comforted each other. Then we went in to see the lifeless body of my father, covered with white cloth. We opened it exposing the his face and I looked for his hand and hold it, praying to God that his soul will rest in peace and he will go to heaven.

June 9, 2009 about 9 o´clock in the morning was the last hold of my father´s hand.

My father was born November 4, 1940 and died June 9, 2009. He was a good man to his friends and relatives, a great father to his children giving us the love and care we needed even if we were not together most of our lives and a best husband to my mother always by her side.

As we start to move on and face reality, we will always have my father´s memory in our hearts and in our minds forever in our lives.

My Husband who will takes care of my son for 5 days real bonding for father and son. I love you.

To all fathers out there Happy Father’s Day

Still Busy  Days ahead

It’s been a very hectic week beside that I was and still sick but today in  an hour I will leave for Paris for 4 days to attend our Babaylan European Network . When I come back I will prepare for our Final presentation/exam June 12 so I might not be able to update this blog until my exam is over.

Have a nice weekend everybody today is a public Holiday in Denmark it their Constitution Day.

My father was supposed to be ok and he actually was fine last Sunday, he wash the dishes but they have to perform another operation because they have to clean somethingthere is a swelling in his brain so he was operated for the second time last Monday but this morning he was bleeding so he was operated again. It looks like the doctors made a mistake .

Right now I feel so much pain that I want to join my mother and 2 brothers and sister in Madrid but I can’t do that right now many things is playing in my mind but I told my mother it’s beyond human hands we all need to pray because what I can remember is that all I asked from our Lord He granted all my prayers
For my blogger friends knew about my father

History I will post some pictures of him.

2006 during our visit in Madrid

Our first christmas together as a family after 27 years

My son baptism 2006 in Denmark

december 2008 with my youngest sister

March 2009 My sister and my aunt from DK visited them

At the hospital December 25, 2008

I can say that yes working abroad makes our life better and OFW’s are considered the new heroes by sending money to their families. Those remittances helps the economy of the Philippines but it’s also has consequences.

So if I can’t update this blog you know why.

Please Pray for my father’s recovery and our family to be strong in this time of crisis.

Thank you.

Happy Birthday Magnus & Cristina

Today the 13th is a special day my son’s 3rd and my sister’s 30th birthday. I wish both of them a Happy Happy Birthday. I love you. The photo above was taken last year because we will celebrate it this Saturday.

Happy birthday to motherhood. I also congratulate myself for being a mother because in my opinion it is the most challenging yet the most fulfilling part of my life right now. I once managed almost 100 men without any problem but having a little man is like managing a 100 man bundled in just one little package called Magnus. He is so energetic and full of questions. He is always up to something.

3 years ago he came to our life big time! 55cm long and 4.1 kg

Now he's like this!!

At 3 he can read the Danish alfabeth just give him any words he can spell it. He started to read when he was 2 1/2 year old and he can also count 1-55 and read the numbers 1-20 when he was 2 years old. I thought that he just memorize it but ask him any number then he will say it even count backwards ok just the first 20. But now he can say it in Spanish, Filipino and English. I don’t know if it is normal in his age but comparing him to others in his kindergarten he is smart. I don’t force him but he loves reading I introduced books ever since he was a baby then He was so fascinated with colors when he was 1 1/2 years old that he can recognize all the colors . So the car became the blue car then big blue car.

Well this is supposed to be mommy blog so just bear with me. It is so fascinating to see how he progress and hear the amazement in his eyes when discover something new. His laughter and hugs and kisses vanishes all my problems and be grateful for each day.

Thank you Lord for all your blessings and continue to shower us with good health and give me strength physically and mentally to guide my son and tackle day to day challenges.

Once more to my son and sister. Happy Birthday and I LOVE YOU .

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NANAY

Last December we visited them in Spain and celebrated our first christmas together after 28 years we were so happy yet sad that another storm has struck our family. My father was confined in the hospital after christmas December 26 waiting for a schedule for head surgery. He wasn’t well for almost 2 years suddenly he can’t walk properly and it’s like his health was deteriorating each day and the Spanish doctors can not find the cause of hi illness and then suddenly 1 week before christmas we received a bad news that they found a tumor in his head.

It was heartbreaking seeing my father who suddenly became well and happy to see us all his children but as we said our goodbye in the hospital my father’s tears almost left my feet numb to walk away. I want to stay but I need to go back to prepare for my final exam he run after me and hug me and cried I tried not to cry but now I’m writing this post I can’t help it.

This is another trial to our family especially to my mom and I hope that God will give her all the strength she needs and I pray that my father’s operation will be successful that he will live longer his grandchildren are still young especially my son’s grandfather on his father side was long gone.

My Parents

Maligayang Pasko

Glaedelig Jul

Feliz Navidad

My warm greetings to my friends and family, kababaylanes, aupairs, and my blogging friends and all our kababayans.

I`m so happy and thankful that I´m able to join the rest of my family after 28 years we are spending the christmas together. 

Happy Birthday  to our Lord Jesus and I pray that He will bless our family especially my father that will undergo an operation where they will remove a tumor in his head. Please give him the strength and also that he will be blessed with good and competent surgeons.  He´s still young and his grandchildren are still young

Lastly it´s also my brother`s birthday.  So Jess Happy Birthday.

A long distance relationship… What kind of relationship is that?

“Ask a Danish man who is married to a Filipina “I said when I was told about my brother who was leaving his wife and 2 children at home, in search for greener pastures in Spain. Two months later my sister-in-law found out that she was pregnant with twins! Most westerners can not understand why Filipinos leave their families to work abroad.

I went home and looked back at my own Filipino family’s saga on how we became a truly global Filipino family.

In a traditional Filipino family, the father is considered the head and the provider of the family and he is often referred to as the “ Haligi ng Tahanan”, The Pillar of the Home. While the mother takes the responsibility of taking care of the children and managing the home, she is called the “Ilaw ng Tahanan” or the light of the home. Children see their mother as soft and calm, while they regard their father as strong and the eminent figure in the family.

But in our case our mother is the one who has the strong character; she is not only a mother to us but she also does some of the things that my father lacks like handy man, and sometimes also making ends meet when my father’s earnings can’t support their 5 children.

My father tends our fishponds but sometimes typhoons, floods, and other calamities that always pass through our province make it a very unstable source of income. He also used to be a Biyahero a merchant so we had market stalls in 3 towns in Pangasinan (a Northern Province in Luzon island, ed.) but it was still not enough to provide good education for us kids which was their dream since they had only minimal education themselves.

In 1981 our lives changed when my mother left us to join her siblings here in Denmark to find work. I still can remember that time, I cried for several hours because I cannot imagine what our life will be without her. In a family, the mother is the light for all the pains and comforts. She is the light for all the mistakes and corrections. She is the light for all the happiness and sorrows. Without that light, the house can still stand but, there will be darkness. And with the darkness, there will be constant searching for direction and survival.

I was the eldest of the five children and I was 11 at the time she left us. Her responsibilities fel on my shoulder: I washed our clothes, cooked our food, and cleaned the house. I also became the surrogate mother of my youngest sister who was only 2 years old at that time. My brothers were 6 and 8 years old and my other sister was 9. There was a constant feeling of sadness and deep longing for us to be with our mother. Birthdays, Christmas, graduations and all the special events without our mother will forever be etched in our hearts. Gifts we received like new toys or new clothes were a momentary plaster to the emotional sores that made us numb with longing for family togetherness.

I can’t remember how I felt when I saw my mother for the first time in 4 years but what I can vividly remember was my youngest sister reaction at that time. She could not recognize my mother, it took her a month to get to used to the idea that we have indeed a mother. The site of the postman was a relief during that time. I can’t describe the excitement whenever we received greeting cards or letters from our mother. That was during the pre-internet age and there were no telephone lines in our place. Whenever we missed her we would just read her letters to reassure ourselves that she still with us but just thousands of miles away.

If it was difficult for us kids, it was even more so for our father who had to assume the mother and father roles at the same time especially when we reached puberty. My father was very strict with us: no parties, no gimmicks and no discos. I almost did not attend the Junior Senior Prom (Dance Ball). There was a lot of resentment and confusion for a teenager due to hormonal changes to our bodies that were happening, but somehow we managed through the help of my one and only female cousin. Most of my aunts and uncles were also abroad at that time so mostly we had to manage ourselves.

Later, our father left us to join my mother who moved to Spain 8 years later because there were already 2 of us who went to college. After a few months my sister followed him, leaving my 2 brothers and youngest sister under the care of my grandmother. I was in college and lived in Manila at that the time until my other siblings joined me when they went to college. My parents went home every 3 years after that.

Living without our parents was difficult but it made us closer to each other, and stronger to face life’s challenges. We’ve been through a lot of problems like studying, jobs and relationship problems. We even experienced that our apartment burned down not only once but twice with most of our priced possessions like pictures from childhood and most of the material things I gained while working, burned into ashes. We were lucky to receive help from other people like my employer at that time, who gave us financial help when we needed it most. But those experiences taught us that the family is more important thing than anything else in one’s life. Material things can vanish any time.

My parents were present during our graduation except my youngest sister’s graduation. When we entered the Philippines Convention Center where our graduation was, one can clearly see the tears in their eyes and the pride to see us in our togas, when we went up the stage to receive our diplomas.

I got a degree in Civil Engineering and is now pursuing another degree in Constructing Architect or Architectural Technology here in Denmark. One brother is dentist and one is a Electronics and Communication Engineer. My youngest sister finished Chemical Engineering, and another sister finished International Relations studies.

It was the dream of my parent for us to finish our education so we will have a better chance to have a good future.

But there’s an anti climax to our story. After several years of working in the Philippines, we still could not see a better future for all of us, we followed  our parents footsteps and are now joining the millions of global Filipinos trying to find a better future, which our own country unfortunately cannot provide us.

My family are composed of global migrants of 2  generations both on my father and mother’s side, families with one or both parents working abroad and children living here in Denmark, my parents are in Spain, my sister and myself here in Denmark. Others cousins and relatives are in the USA and one is a seaman. Some cousins also works in Dubai and other parts of the Middle East.  We vowed once not to follow our parent’s footsteps because we don’t want our children to undergo what we have been through. Although we can alway join our parents in Spain but maybe it’s our destiny to find our happiness here  in Denmark and we are grateful to our Aunt Elvira and her family for inviting us here where we met our husband and lives a better life than living in the Philippines.  Spain is much closer and cheaper and we’re hoping to to spend our first Christmas together this year with our complete family, it will be the first since 1981.

Did my parents dream turn into nothing because we are working and living abroad after earning our academic degrees in the Philippines? No I don’t think so, It is not our fault that the economy of the Philippines is in disarray and that it can not keep its highly educated citizens home. But we will always be thankful to the sacrifices of our parents because having education is the best thing they can give us because it will never vanish and someday it will help us to find the right jobs here in Europe.

Even in the absence of the Light of the Home, we still functioned as a family because of the sacrifice my parents did just for the sake of a better future for their children. They became our guiding light to stay away from all kinds of temptations and we became responsible adults. It’s the love for the family that drives many Filipinos to leave and work abroad.

Our First Family Picture taken in 2001

This is our first and only family picture in 2001 meaning that finally we are complete as family plus the my sister in law and my niece.

Note:  This article was first published in ABAKADA,”Ang Balitang Kababaihan sa Denmark”, (The Filipina news in Denmark) in the Summer 2008 issue which theme is about Filipino Women’s on global migration. You can read other articles in that issue at www.babaylan.dk.

I posted this article because we will joining my parents in Spain are for the first time in 27 years we will spend the Christmas together as a family. It will be the realization of our dream and prayers for the past 27 years to be together during christmas but now that that we have our own families it will be more exciting and memorable for all of us.

That is for me the meaning of christmas to be with your family like the family in Bethlehem Our Lord Jesus together with His Parents and that will be the greatest gift that we will never forget.

How about you are you going to spend your christmas with your family?

Eduvijes Preztosa Navarro of Mangaldan & Dagupan City passed away yesterday Nov.4 2008

Yesterday my grandmother passed away at the age of 90 or 92. I just posted something about the All Saints day festivities in the Philippines and mentioned about my grandfather her husband which I did not meet and now it her. I’m very sad because I can’t go and bury her because we just went to the Philippines last august and I’m very glad that we did. I was blog hopping last Nov.2 and I read one post about how they started a tradition where they have to post about their loved ones who passed away and I think I don’t have to wait for the All Saints Day to do it.

We called her Inang Ebeng. She got married at very young age of 13 or 14 where arranged marriage was normal at that time. She was tall, pretty, got curvaceous body and nice skin just look at her picture @ 90. She had a lot of suitors but I think my amang was charistamic so he was chosen by my grandmother’s parent. But my inang hadn’t her period at that time so my amang had to wait for some time. They had 7 children and my father was the third child child and came out during the 2nd world war. I can still remember her stories how they live and hide during the war.

At that time that the husband is the breadwinner of the family and the wives are the homemaker or SAHM (stay at home mom). But what you would you do if you are became a widow at a very young age and left alone with 7 children? I don’t know if I can manage that.

Like most of Filipina mothers she was strong and did not hesitate to do what ever to find food for her children. Life in the province was hard but you can not call them poor because they usually have farms and fishponds but lack of proper farming or fishing knowhow makes it not that profitable way of leaving and . Since our province in the Pangasinan is like a highway of typhoons sometimes there’s no harvest because of the floods or typhoons. She sold fish in the market in the morning and cooks sells dinuguan or goto in the afternoon. Besides that was the barrio’s manghihilot or some kind of healer. She was today’s physical therapist and chiropractor because all who got sprints and any problems with joints or muscle pain went to her with just oil and her knowhow. Almost everyone in our small barrio and nearby went through her strong hands. She was respected because she did not ask any payment for her service. She was the real Babaylan in her time.

We are so close to her more than our any other cousin because she was the one who took care of my brothers and sister when leave to work abroad. She lived in our house while I was in college in Manila. But besides that she still taking care my other uncle’s children who were mother left them while they were still small.

Only one of her children went to college and finished pharmacy but the rest they were not so happy going to school like the rest in that barrio. So my inang life did prosper because until her last breath she still thinks of her children and grandchildren. My parents gives her monthly allowance but sometime we also becomes angry because when we gave her something fruits of foods she gave it to her grandchildren. But that who she is, always prioritizing her family than herself. She taught us not to be plant any hate in our neighbors even they misjudge or steal something from you, help those in need, and a lot of good virtuous. She told us that what is important is that you have a clear conscience and don’t steal or be unreasonable even though you are poor then you can sleep soundly at night.

All of what is left now is memories when I was young and I don’t know if my siblings shares the same because I was the eldest. She was the one who accompany me when I graduate from elementary and pinned my medal I was salutaturian(2nd place) and she was so proud. I remember we used to wait for her getting down from a calesa, a horse drawn carriage with basket in her arms and happy with whatever she brought fruits or candies. Sometimes we fights who will lie besides her because we want to hear all those stories in the past like the 2^nd world war and the ancestors we never knew.

He died suddenly and I think she still thinks of her family not suffer. She was so strong when I last saw her she can still sweep her backyard and see to it her house was rebuilt. Her house fell down because of a strong typhoon last year as well as our house and other houses in that area and I think that stressed her so much that maybe contribute to her stroke.

Now she joins her husband and her family (she was the last in her siblings) in heavens I just pray that she lie in peace. I love her and I wish that I can be with her but that’s the price we have to pay as a OFW we can not just go home due to some circumstances we can’t control.

Life is so short we have to show our love and say it to them that we love them before it’s too late. I think I haven’t said that to my inang I wish I said but I know that she knows.

To Inang We love you and thank you.