If you ask me about my father, I’d probably say he was an engineer and he died when I was in my second year high school. But you know what? I have different stories to tell about him, just like the things he has taught me.
My Nanay taught me how to read. Starting from that A Ba Ka Da book you see at the market or book stores. The cheap ones that have thin covers, yellow, with two kids, a boy and a girl, reading. Our reading lessons were always during the afternoon. I remember it clearly. I learned how to read the word phoenix and exhibit when I was five. My Tatay did not teach me those. My Nanay did. And though my Tatay was an engineer, he never taught me how to count. I don’t remember he did those things but he did teach me some.
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