It was the day after the burial. Mama and I ran into one of the town’s small pasalubong stores. She was set to leave for Manila later that night  along with my niece and younger brother. Kuya and I would be left home. It won’t be too long and there would just be our house and the memories in it.

I rummaged through the goodies and found everything quite cheap. (Everything becomes quite cheap when you are earning your own money.) I picked a sugar-coated ube packed in a plastic. I’ve always liked ube. And condol, and langka. Papa liked it, too.

The last time I was in this store, I was with my father. About a year ago, I think.

Polvoron waiting to happen


Pili nuts as always


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