It was in the year 1993 of June when I visited my parent’s house in Hinigaran, Negros Occidental.
Along the way going to Bacolod City, we stopped by my parent’s house in Hinigaran. My brothers and sisters thanked me for all the support I extended for them by sending money every month. And, my mother and father were very proud of my present status.
“Marco, stay with us for a month, so that we talked together with your mother,” Father suggested.
“Yes father, mother...I love to stay with you.”
“Come children, come to grandpa...,.” my father said.
“No, come to grandma....come....children...,.” mother said while hugging them all.
“Mommy, we’ll stay here in grandma’s house?” Anne said to Ayah.
“Yes Anne, we’ll stay for vacation.”
My parents, sisters, and brothers were liked us to stay wh
