My mother was no ordinary fromher looks to her ways. She came from a foreign country which will define our features, as well. She was married to my father for 33 years now. Their relationship was just like the others, love-hate or hate-love but at the end of the day they are still together.
As I aged, I have seen how she tried her best to adapt to a different culture she was not really used to. She made common mistakes and was laughed at but she was still beautiful. A head turner everywhere as she does her ‘nanay’ duties from cleaning the backyard, to raising chickens (which is my dad’s addiction) and to run errands every day. Day by day, she amuses and amazes everyone with her accent using the vernacular.
She’s snobbish and temperamental if she’s exhausted but can be hyperactive if she wants to. She’s not materialistic…
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