(My apologies to everybody. I’ve been caught in my busy world and never had time to update. Here is my story for today…)

I saw this little boy in the neighborhood one day. He was playing and I called him. He reluctantly approached me. I hugged him and asked how’s he been doing. He said, “Ok lang (I’m OK).” I asked him again while he tried to unclamp from my embrace, “I was told you quit school. Why?” (The little boy is only 5 years old.) He answered me, “It was what Mommy wants.” (This is not true, of course, because his dad told hubby that the little boy suddenly wanted to stop. Hubby was opposed to the idea.) “When do you plan to go back to school?” I prodded. “‘Pag me kotse na kami (When we have a car already).” (The men in the neighborhood guffawed and one of them shouted, “You will grow to be uneducated!”)