My father used to visit me every
year from Samar. He would come to pick me up in his red van with my grandpa and
cousins. And after that, he would give
me lots of gifts and toys which were mostly cooking utensils and creative
stuffs. When we arrived in Samar, I would usually greet my grandma and do the
traditional “mano po”, but during my
father’s last visit, it was around the time my mother met her Australian boyfriend.
The last day he came to pick me up, I remember bringing my Nintendo Gameboy with
me (a gift from my mom’s Australian boyfriend) and I lent it to him. At night, I
would look at him play with it and be amazed when he managed to get into the
last stage of Zelda.
I guess it’s
also an unforgettable moment when my family and I went to Hong Kong. To be
frank, the food there was terrible, except the desserts. We stayed in Disney
Hollywood hotel for some days and had a grand breakfast, it was very fulfilling
(I could actually recognize the dishes). After breakfast, we rode a train to
Disneyland. And in Disneyland, we took pictures with Mickey Mouse and Minnie, I
rode a moving car, a roller coaster and I saw an amazing 4D movie with the
pictures coming out of the screen, like I was actually inside the movie. I can
say that I enjoyed it, but not entirely. The most fun I got in Hong Kong was
mostly in Ocean Park where I rode a train (which was getting attacked by large
octopuses and squids) and where I also rode the Dragon (another roller coaster)
and the Flash which helped me get over with my fear of heights. My visit there
was wonderful.
Another
unforgettable moment was when I was just a kid, I met a boy named Gabriel. I guess when I was first saw him I was bashful,
I didn’t know him of course, but I heard that he was the grandson of my Lola’s
friend. He was taller than me by a few centimeters and his skin was pale and white.
His eyes were small, which made me think that he was Chinese. He looked nice,
maybe cute but I didn’t know that back then (I was about 4-6 years old I think)
but I was dead wrong. He was not entirely nice, he was mean and naughty, he
teased me the first day we played together. We played swords with a curtain
hanger, and he popped my balloon which really made me feel bad. But on the
positive side, he lent me his Nintendo PS which was actually nice of him. After
that day, they went back to Australia and I never met him again. But lately,
his grandma told me he could still remember me.
I used to ask
my mom how my father was when she first met him. She said that he was
attractive to her, not because he was handsome (personally, I don’t think so
lol) but because he just dresses up nicely. She also told me that she liked his
build which was not skinny but bulky. I usually enjoyed it when she was talking
about him because I felt that I never really had gotten to know my father. I
didn’t even know his birthday or his age. At least, my mother told me about him
and how much she liked him singing and playing with his guitar. My father was a
quiet and smart type and he had a lot of ex-girlfriends (which I doubt). She
even told me that she used to hide when she sees him. My father didn’t like her
at first (I think he preferred the smarty-type lol which I admit mom isn’t).
Mom told me he ignored her most of the time until she became clingy and she did
everything for him to notice her until they eventually fell in love.
To be
continued?
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