I lived in Batangas for the most part of my life since he time my father chose to retire as a government legal officer early back in the 80s. I believe it was after the EDSA revolution and I was just around 9 years old.
The first year in that sleepy town and that beautiful province was relatively easy and comfortable than when we were in Manila. We built our own house out of bamboo poles, a few kilos of cement, and patches of plywood behind our ancestor’s old house. But the land where our small house stood was not my father’s. It was my uncle’s.
My parents ran a small restaurant called “Chow Nook” in that small hometown of Alitagtag, several years before Chowking was invented. The food was great, the prices were cheap, but our profits were small.
In short, we always run out of cash whenever my brother and I got sick. ‘Good thing’ we were living just around our relatives. Continue reading Dad, I Wish You Had A Life Insurance