by Ace
My dad was confined in The Medical City for two weeks. Because of this, most of our meals were spent in restaurants near the area. One day, I was having lunch with my mom, my uncle, and my pabling (playboy) grandpa. I told them that a nurse that I was dating, who happened to work in the same hospital, was joining us.
I told my grandpa some interesting stories about her so that he’d have an idea who she was. I told him that she was a very good dancer and that every time we went clubbing, guys drooled when she started shaking her cute booty.
She finally arrived clad in a blue jacket over her white nurse’s uniform (so cute! hehe). I introduced her to my family and she sat between my grandpa and I. And like a true professional, she assisted my grandpa as he ate his lunch. My grandpa was so pleased with her that he even showed her pictures of his former girlfriends.
After eating, I told them that her lunch break was almost finished and that she had to go back to work. My grandpa was surprised. I reminded him that she was a nurse at the hospital. My grandpa answered with a puzzled look on his face, “Nurse? Akala ko ba dancer? Ang aga pa ah. Wala pang bukas na beerhouse!” (Nurse? I thought she was a dancer? It’s still early. Girly clubs are still closed!”)
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Wednesday, August 6, 2008
The Day I Became a Grown-Up
by Paolo Herras
THE DAY I BECAME A GROWN-UP
was when I was six years old. I spent most of my mornings with my grandfather.
We sat down to daing na bangus (salted milkfish), fried eggs and garlic rice, the typical pinoy breakfast in our home.
To complete his meal, he made a warm cup of coffee, and poured a couple of spoons on his rice to add flavor.
I wasn’t allowed to drink coffee yet, because it’s for “grown-ups,” so he pinched a piece of bread, and dipped it in his coffee.
I had my first taste of being a grown-up.
That’s when I knew I would be just like him someday.
THE DAY I BECAME A GROWN-UP
was when I was six years old. I spent most of my mornings with my grandfather.
We sat down to daing na bangus (salted milkfish), fried eggs and garlic rice, the typical pinoy breakfast in our home.
To complete his meal, he made a warm cup of coffee, and poured a couple of spoons on his rice to add flavor.
I wasn’t allowed to drink coffee yet, because it’s for “grown-ups,” so he pinched a piece of bread, and dipped it in his coffee.
I had my first taste of being a grown-up.
That’s when I knew I would be just like him someday.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Homecoming
by Michelle
During World War 2, my grandparents were newlyweds. My grandfather was an engineer, but he was also a soldier in the army (as was every other able-bodied man at the time). My grandmother was a nurse at the Philippine General Hospital. One day, my grandfather came to the hospital to tell her that they’d been asked to go to Bataan for training, but that he’d be back in a few days.
She never saw him again.
Years later, my mother had become a doctor and was a resident at the same hospital. One day she had a patient who was a war veteran. When he found out her name and that she was the daughter of a former nurse, he told her that he had been in the war with my grandfather, and that they had been together at the Bataan Death March. During the march my grandfather had died of dysentery but had talked constantly about his young pregnant wife waiting for him.
So after about 25 years he kept his word, and finally came back to her.
During World War 2, my grandparents were newlyweds. My grandfather was an engineer, but he was also a soldier in the army (as was every other able-bodied man at the time). My grandmother was a nurse at the Philippine General Hospital. One day, my grandfather came to the hospital to tell her that they’d been asked to go to Bataan for training, but that he’d be back in a few days.
She never saw him again.
Years later, my mother had become a doctor and was a resident at the same hospital. One day she had a patient who was a war veteran. When he found out her name and that she was the daughter of a former nurse, he told her that he had been in the war with my grandfather, and that they had been together at the Bataan Death March. During the march my grandfather had died of dysentery but had talked constantly about his young pregnant wife waiting for him.
So after about 25 years he kept his word, and finally came back to her.
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