Mama as iska
My mom had half an hour to spare before the window time period began for her to be able to drive the car without being caught in violation of the number-coding scheme. She asked me to take her to the Shopping Center. She always told me they used to call it Dilimall, back when the only other mall in Metro Manila was Alimall. She was surprised that the Shopping Center has become a photocopying mecca. The only stall she recalled to have survived the decades was G. Miranda’s bookstore/shop of school supplies. The “Coop” was already existing then, and she said little has changed with it.
When we went to Cebu for the wake of her college best friend’s dad, my mom and her friend both talked about and shared with me various college day stories when they were both UP students sharing a dormitory room in Kamia Residence Hall. I had a good time laughing it out with them reminiscing their juvenile days. It is indeed enlightening to imagine my mother as once being a normal college student much like any other.
My sister used to tell me about that “mall”… she went in Kalayaan and Ilang-Ilang by the way.
My dad had a mad tone at me again on coming home late (haller, 10:30 p???). He’s only 24 years older than me, and I know his bones in his closet. He was much more delinquent than I was when he was in high school (I guess he made up for it in college), tapos ang taas ng standards niya sa akin.
Sometimes, it’s hard to imagine my parents when they were younger. -_________-’
college days… ako naman, weird ang story, fresh grad ako from college at first year ko sa teaching… college ang students ko at imagine the feeling na you’re going sa school as a teacher na bigla…
Ito ang weird… may pasok ka ng 10PM to 6 AM…
o pag wala naman, natutulog ka na 11 na kasi ng gabi.. me kakatok sa nakay nyo… yung kapitbahay mo… sasabihin…
“masakit yung batok ko… pa BP naman”
tapos 6 AM to 2PM yung duty mo next day….