Kiko visited the house one day. There were exchanges of stories, or should I say tales. It has been decades. And now, he is in our house, donned with his already ’shaggy’ hairstyle.

“Wow, it’s pretty hot and polluted now in the Philippines. Decades ago, it was not like this,” complained my unexpected visitor.

“Oh, I have ice cream in the ref. Want some?” I timidly asked.

“It must be Haagen Daz, or I will not eat your ice cream,” he puffed.

“Oh, of course, it’s Haagen Daz. Wait I’ll get you a cup.”

What a nice coincidence. I brought ice cream this morning. Only that it was not Haagen Daz. It was an Arce Dairy ice cream. But, I proceeded with my ‘good intention’ of offering something to the visitor.

“Here it is,” I gladly put the cup filled with ice cream on the table.

“Uhhhmmm, truly Haagen Daz!” Kiko exclaimed with gusto, and as he scooped ice cream from the cup.