- Me:Why do I need to ask around for a Disney pass?
- Mom:To save (money) haha. Miggy and Han using some friends' Disney pass.
- Me:Oh lol I'll ask around. I thought it's not exchangeable, don't they have your picture on it or something?
- Mom:Yeah, but all asians look alike haha.
I’m in class texting my mom, and I’m telling her about the things I’m getting involved in, about the job I’ve applied for, and about the major I’m considering (and most likely) switching into. After years of her inability to understand practically anything I’ve done and pursued, it’s so damn satisfying to finally hear her say, “I truly like your decision. Go for it.”
- Text from Dad:I forgot your allowance. Lololol.
Being away from home makes me appreciate my parents so much more. And it helped form this sarcastic, sassy bond between me and my mother.
- Mom:Is Jolie sleeping?
- Me (30 minutes later):I wouldn't know?
- Me:You are texting the wrong child.
- Mom:Haha sorry that is why I haven't gotten an answer
I suffer from a sickness called “school.”
Relaxing at the back of my dad’s classroom, and his students are slowly coming in. Apparently he mentions me a lot.
“Oh, we’ve heard a lot about you… And don’t give up on the phone.”
I like this chick.
My beloved parents.
- Mom:We should be thankful..
- Mom:That we survived..
- Mom:Praise be! The world has been cleansed.. We are the survivors!
Ran with my parents from awning to awning as the rain came pouring down.
That was fun: shared laughter.
Meet Mama Santos.
You’re the strongest woman I know. You give so much yet ask for so little. You are always so kind, and you always put others before you. I’ve become too ignorant of the fact that as I grow older, you grow older as well. I’m thoroughly sorry that I can’t be the one by your side tomorrow as you face yet another procedure, and I wish I could be there for you. Just know: always in my prayers, always in my heart.
Mom just told me, “I clearly remember when I was in elementary school that I NEVER wanted to be a Santos.”
As I already knew, my mom had a pretty hard life growing up. Her family was poor, and her dad worked as an artist making 600 pesos a month (about $12). Mentioning going out for dessert, my dad asked my mom, “Why don’t you like sweets?” (She never likes to go out for sweets with us.) She said that she never really needed them because when she was little, her dad would buy one small pack of M&Ms to share between the (then) four children (there’s seven now, I believe). And to think we can really complain about not having this or not having that, ‘least we have table on the food (check yo’ privilege).
She continued talking about how their family was able to start a printing business (which I already knew a bit about) after her mom took a look at the diploma folders given out to graduating students. “We can do this ourselves,” my Lola thought, so she made a product to show to The Philippine Women’s University, and they liked it. After a while, they started printing the names as well and even expanded to The University of the Philippines.
Then Dad comes out saying, “Well we had a bunch of groceries (his family owned a store).” “You know, we even own a park?!” Mom laughed and said, “Yeah, the Quezon City Circle! (Or something like that.) If we ever die, Jay, you can go to the Philippines and claim it as yours! Say ‘This is what my parents left for me to inherit!’”