I planned to visit my parents who lived in the mountainous barangay uphill where i was born.It
was weekend so i have
plenty of time spending with them,and more of it i was on leave in my
work. So my wife,my two kids were excited to see their grandlolo and lola on their reliance of
farming as livelihood.But inside of me i was more excited that i could see my parents,who for
almost 20 years,i have no communication. Since my graduation in college until i married to
Mylene( my wife now and mother of my two pretty daugthers ) i have not see my parents, so
im the most excited with this vacation.My mind is now ahead of us in travel, and full of many
questions:What was the view now of my birthplace ? Hows my childhoodfriends life ? Was my
barangay improved ? thats few questions crossing on my mind.And at last we are now in
the roughroad leading to our destination,from the national highway up to my parents place is
more or less 70 kilometers.
its almost 10 a:m when i was waken by some noise from my parents
neigbhors greetings ,so i come down to meet them on the courtyard.My wife, daugthers and mama
was busy picking fruits,Papa was slaugther two of their swine and thats the life of my
parents and their neigbhors,backwards as the city dwellers say, but for me and my family
its a life of natures serenity, and in peace of My Fathers Farm.