"PILAY PAYAD SA UNGGOY?"...this is my mom's popular quote..she had never been to school,never known any philosopher,never read any books on how to be successful in life,never taught how to cope up the trend of survival...yet she was...she is...but the definite description is...she has been so tough and smart for handling seven innocent lives now hugely settled with different titles of degrees..Yes,for others,earning a diploma,by all means is no big deal for them for their family paid it off from their very own foundation,but, we have been stabilized by our parents from a scrap...turned to be a valuable scrap..a scrap that could let people keep it in a treasure box.
She used to be so harsh,molded us with her iron hand..well how could you expect a child to grow up so sweet when her birth marked the end of her parents?..she was raised up with her granny who happened to live during the Spanish era..All her life,she longs to be cuddled by hands who brought her to reality but she missed it..a long wanted dream never come to reality..however she was given seven bodies to be cuddled for the rest of her life.
At an early age,the moment she learned to wright her own name and read the abc,she stopped stopped schooling yet worked instead,thinking it would be so shameful to let her granny sustain her existence.she was so eager to make a. Difference for herself believing that a monkey has only two small palms so it won't take ages and effort to fill those palms with things that a monkey has envisaged...
There is nothing in her life that one can really appreciate of,but among the people I've met ,only her whom i take my hat off,untangle my sandals,set aside my scarf and gloves and walk barefootedly, holding her hands with mine,whose hands are damaged by all the hardworking to put us far beyond her dreams.,and wave her hand to the public..."this is my foundation who always ask ask 'pilay payad sa unggoy?"..
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