The evening has met another rain. The streets, trees, wildlife and buildings are wet, symbolic of Maw’s tearfulness, remembering how she and Paw struggled as first generation immigrants from the Philippines and recanting stories of ungrateful children who fought back without remorse.
`I don’t need credit. My role was to birth him and remind my children how to live a simple life, work hard and give thanks to God. But his arrogance continues in defiance against the hands that once fed him, not looking back and forgetting he chose his path.`
~Maw (02/01/2010)
`Look at your cousin Jo-rel. His father beat him up and still the boy chose his path, marrying four women and birthing four children – boy 1, girls 2 and boy 1. Through the years, it was our heartfelt prayers that helped you and your brother avoid unfortunate circumstances. We tried to tell both of you but you two didn’t listen either.`
~Paw (02/02/2010 in the car as we parked in the garage after today’s errands)
As mentioned in my previous blog entries, children are born little angels. But as they grow older, they wear devil horns, the proverbial thorns that pierce the hearts of loving parents who worked hard to raise, feed, clothe and shelter their children, who one day won’t forget where they came from – the GOOD HEARTS of parents who did the best they could, protecting their children from puss heads.
`Whenever we stop over, I would walk around, sight seeing with other sailors. But because I was thinking about my family back home and since we were too poor, I would not spend a penny but instead `stay aboard` the ship. My `Enlistment Bonus` for signing up with the United States Navy for six years was the money I used to marry your mother. My parents did not help me; for they were poor, too.
~Paw (02/02/2010 while eating his usual 21:30pm crackers and evening medication)
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