It was a very hot Friday afternoon when we arrived at my father's and aunt's place somewhere in a province north of Metro Manila.
These are anticipated visits for me: this is the place where I used to spend my summers every year as a child.
Much has changed indeed, but I still feel that this is one of the many homes of my life, and this is one of my most remembered places of abode.I certainly miss the warm afternoon sun permeating through the large windows.
And for some reason, it feels a lot better now, than before, to be here.
My aunt and sister: two beautiful and strong women, in so many ways.(Like I always say, friends may come and go, and at the end of the day one always finds himself going back to his family....)
