I grew up in Pampanga where vast lands are made into rice fields. 20 years ago, I could pinpoint a lot of people who earned their living by harvesting rice. Rice is the main staple food of Filipinos. It’s worth is equivalent to gold for every farmer and every poor family. It’s the source of wealth for hacienderos and the symbol of power for wealthy families in provinces.
My family is no special really. We’re not part of any royalty or rich landowners, called hacienderos. But, like any family, we have stories to tell. I heard stories from our old folks and I remembered how I was keenly listening as a child. Now, I wanted to share some of the stories. Most details might be vague but I wanted to write it down before I totally forget the stories of the past.
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My main objects of hope are my three kids: Dei, Lei, and Sochi. There are other people, things, and dreams that also inspire and give me hope. However, my three little munchkins are more than enough.