It was a long weekend. Supposedly to celebrate the martyrdom of Benigno Aquino. It is sometimes hard to accept a celebration which actually not celebrated on the day it happened. But celebration or not, hardworking men and women would gladly take any holiday. And this long weekend, mom, Violet, Miguel, Chief and I went out to Angeles City, Pampanga to visit Tita Celia.
I only pushed Shaq up to around 120 kph. Couldn’t push him more as family was riding with me and there had been slight drizzle.
We arrived in Angeles City around 11am and Tita Celia was waiting out in the porch. We were all surprised to see her, as she had been bed-ridden for the past months. She had recovered very well. Praises to God!
Tita Celia’s eldest daughter, Baby, had prepared lunch. Shrimps and fried chicken and sinigang. Nothing fancy but hot and filling for everyone at the dining table.
Two of mom’s cousins had joined us for this trip. It was sort of a homecoming for the two senior ladies. All through the drive, we could hear “kapangpangan” words and I know that my mom felt extra good using her native dialect. Nobody at home really picked up to learn “kapangpangan.” And I knew she had been looking forward to this long weekend with Chief and myself.
One of them really reminds us of Love Abergas, Olwen’s mom, who at her age, looks and acts and speaks like a young teenage lady. This year she is turning a milestone. 70.
Will Chief and I get lucky to make a U.S. trip in December? Maybe?
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