“Sometimes you have to travel back to a place to bring the memories back when you were younger.”
I can still remember when I was 7-years old, the first language I learned when I came to Manila was Kapampangan instead of Tagalog. My parents decided to leave our province and move to Pampanga where my father is working. As they said, it’s for us to have a better future. Imagine a mother hen having her seven chicks walking after her? Yes, we looked like that and thank God that they really worked hard. The first few Kapampangan words I was able to say was “keni ka”, “ali ku”, “nanu” until I was able to speak fluent Kapampangan. I can still recall those huge hot air balloons floating above us. Our playground back then was a sugarcane field. This is where I first learn how to play a bike. Yes, big bike for the big girls, enjoying her life as a young girl, playing here and there with her friends. Until a disaster marked the Philippine history, Mt. Pinatubo erupted. Yes, I was there. I’ve seen the thick smoke coming from the mountain’s mouth. We were not asked to evacuate but the surrounding looks terrible. There was ashes all over the place caused by the eruption and lahar filled some areas. Just so thankful to Almighty for keeping us safe.