In the innocence of my childhood,
My eyes would discern the colors of the world,
the honest and beauty of familial honesty.
There were many reassuring things in my youthful days.
The Love of Family.
The Trustworthiness of Family.
One of the core pillars of that Family was You, Mama Luz.
When I came back home from Bohol Wisdom School,
I would stop by your house.
I would sit in the dining table.
Sit next to you.
You were siting in the head of the table;
with a cup filled with coffee and hot pandesal
"Kamusta Doy"
You would ask, with your quitessential smile.
My Mama Luz. The Mother of my Father.
Mo ingon pood ko, "Musta Mama Luz"
Then you would read my mind.
And ask, "Na gutom ba ka Doy?"
Uwawon man gud ko, so mo ingoon pood ko, 'Di man.'
Then you smile.
And with a smile, you ask the maids to fetch a big cup of Milo and Pandesal for me.
I did not even have to ask.
I miss you, Mama Luz.
I am sending you my hugs and kisses.
Your Loving Apo.
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