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Iloilo. 2014. Here I was cuddling an asleep toddler. Three years after, I was cuddling my own. Gapan, Nueva Ecija. 2014. I was with a son of a co-employee. He was one of the two siblings I date during days off from work. I brought the kids to the magically iconic fastfood to many Pinoy. Igorot Garden, Baguio City. 2011. I was doing some flexion and extension of a clinician's body one time I spared with a friend's daughter. That kid was so smart. Her mom's friends were excited spectators during her moving up her preschool days.

There is this song that plays in my mind  every Undas. It was taught when we were third graders. It was timely;that year, I with a friend sang it on an uncle's wake. That was the time I saw a family mourning. My mom's shoulder shook real hard sobbing. It was also that time  I observed ub-ubbo evident with the villagers contributing material or non-material. I met relatives I had not seen before. An uncle said, "Han kuma nga kastoy nga panagladingit santu tayo agkikita  nu di ket nu ragragsak met (It should not be these hard times we see each other but on happy days, too)." Filipinos are indeed an embodiment  of what does being close-knit mean. On the night of every Halloween, we visit graves of friends now unseen... The following lines got blur to my memory so I substituted singing to humming. Catholic Online makes clear that Halloween is a secular holiday on the night before November 1. It adds that All Saints' Day fall on November 1 and is a holy day of o...