The Love I Still Carry
In the previous years, I think most of my friends only saw me as just me. I never really had the chance to introduce my mom to my “real” friends until very recently, and the truth is, it was because I carried resentment toward her for a very long time. Before you raise your eyebrow or judge me for saying that, please give me the chance to share my story. My mom is not a typical mom. She’s the kind of mother who had very little understanding of anything new or modern. She’s the type who would buy old appliances, the kind most people would already throw away like an electric fan that still works even without its cover. She’s the kind who makes lumpia without caring if they’re all the same size. Yung tipong “bara-bara lang” kung tawagin ng iba. She cooks pancit with sardines and happily invites friends over to eat, while I sit there silently, embarrassed, noticing the judgment on other people’s faces. She haggles hard in the market, sometimes asking for almost 50% off, and ...
