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By Mari Colinares
When my brothers and I were young, we called this house the “Other House.” As a child, I walked with dad and measured its distance from our own house and concluded that it was merely 100 steps away. It was nice having my grandparents so near us; it was nice going over there to play by the beach.
By Frances Grace Damazo
Our new house is haunted. But no, this is not a horror story. Just this year my uncle and my dad were able to build my 92-year-old grandmother’s dream house. For the longest time, she and my aunt, who has cerebral palsy, were living in a shanty, the house where my dad and his siblings grew up. It was a hard life. When she was widowed, my grandmother became the family breadwinner. She worked so hard to put her children through school that she lost her right arm in the process. She also had to tend to my aunt.
By Delilah Mirabal
Purga, thanks for everything. I’m sorry it took me two years to say these words. But I will make it up to you, and tell you what’s going on here after they took you away two years ago.
By Chiara U. Mesiona
One of the scariest things I have ever pushed myself to do is sit my father down and ask him to let me move out of his house and into an apartment with my best friend. It wasn’t the living-on-my-own part that frightened me; rather, it was the potentially catastrophic, volcanic eruption of anger and disappointment from him.
By Rina Jimenez-David
My mother’s youngest sibling, Dr. Ted Braganza, passed away Sept. 22 in his nursing home in Virginia. He was 88 years old.
By Breanne Araula
At a very young age, I learned that you have to be your own hero. It’s a lesson you can only learn when you have been hurt too many times. When we are little, our parents are our heroes. We run to them when we get a wound, and we always feel better after a kiss. But for me, this was not the case. My parents had me when they were both 20 years old, and to them, I was the sole reason their dreams had to wait. I was the obstacle, the hindrance to their success.
By Angela Gabrielle Fabunan
I know how it feels to be unwanted. I was unwanted from birth, rejected by my birth parents. My adoptive parents took pity on me and I ended up in their arms for life.
By Martin Sy-Quia
If you’ve ever visited my house, you would’ve noticed that the shelves are lined with plenty of books, a lot of them having to do with food. Over the years my parents have acquired a good number of cookbooks. Growing up, I was exposed to varied cuisine at lunch and dinner.
By Neal H. Cruz
To mark Father’s Day, we had a famous father, Muntinlupa Rep. Rodolfo Biazon, and his equally famous son, Customs Commissioner Ruffy Biazon, as guests at last Monday’s Kapihan sa Manila at the Diamond Hotel.
My father is probably the most paranoid person I know. His imagination is so wild that it becomes difficult to make sense of what he wants to convey. Most of the time, his paranoia is so compelling that my siblings and I just want to drop any activity that we would like to engage in.
By Young Blood
I remember the toy stethoscope that Mama bought me when I was six years old. I remember the science books Daddy gave me when I was in the sixth grade.
By Melissa Andrea de Quiros
The death of a loved one is almost the death of you. It’s been more than a month since we lost our sister, our precious Ate Katrina, who was only 29, to a viral disease that started out as dengue and ended in a complex heart condition that baffled even the doctors attending to her.