A journey of staying with the parents , Tacloban
I had a three day stint in Tacloban and I must say it was not a vacation but more of a not so comfortable feeling. I was happy at most parts but this is not home anymore. What I love about my trip is how I have seen my brothers growing up, Joma for growing up to be a responsible man, a man of his own a man with a dream and a man who has broken out of feeling sorry for himself. I love the man he has become. It's not a sappy relationship between him and I but I have come to love the man he became. He is graduating college this year. This Kid is a thankful kid, his character was built up a big deal on how he is now. As for Jolo, I have to wait to see, as of this moment he is held from the wit he uses on his own accord to suit his own wants and needs, has weird sisters spoiling his mind and heart to becoming a dysfunctional kid. But with me he cannot act the way he acts with other people, he cannot play the games he play. There is an awful lot of enabling happening to this kid. I have