One of the last few pictures before leaving the Philippines
September 4 marks the day when my little mushroom and I left our native country, the Philippines, to settle here in Florida for good. She was five years old then. We are now on our 3rd year of enjoying the Florida sun and the 3rd year of longing to see our relatives back home. I sometimes forget that, I am in the US. This is probably because, I also worked with westerners in my previous job in the Philippines. When reality strikes that I am an “alien” here, I miss the Philippines the more. Sad to say, my little mushroom sees herself more of the western side. I asked her once, “What are you?”. She replied, “I am Filipino-American”. I was surprised, because I expect her to say, “I am a Filipino”. Obviously, I failed. Aside from forgetting Bisaya, she thinks like a western kid. In a way, I am glad about it. There are some Filipinos beliefs and customs that I do not agree. Let us say, I am an open-minded Filipino.
Anyway, I miss my friends and family. I miss the TGIF parties. I miss the simple life. I miss chilling and not worrying about what life may bring.
