"Sang barrio ang pupuntahan nyo dun? Alam mo ba ang pangalan?"
"Nay, natanong mo na sa kin yan ng ilang beses kahapon, diba? Sang beses pa lang ako nakarating dun at mag- lilimang taon na din yun. Di ko alam. Sa city hall naman ng olongapo nila ako dadaan eh".
thus ended yet another conversation between me and my dear mother. Reading her facial expression, she could have been saying, “wag ka na lang kaya pumunta anak, baka mawala ka dun”.
Ate fely’s father died last Thursday at Zambales. People at the office made arrangements to go there to show support. They will all be coming from manila, while i’m coming straight from tatay’s birthday celebration here at pangasinan. The rendezvous point will be olongapo city hall.
From bus signages to how many transfers i am supposed to take to get to olongapo should i miss the bus going straight there, she has to know it all. And the best part is, she already asked me all these things yesterday.
she's asking me again, now.