Nanay

Nanay is my grandmother from my mother’s side. I have a lot of memories with her. From the very simple things as combing my hair so hard that it hurts when I was in kinder 1 and to the most memorable ones like attending my elementary graduation.

What I love in remembering the most is when she and I went to Quiapo before my 4th birthday. We shopped for various things and most of them are for me. I can remember the blue blanket, which is my favorite up to now, the small bicycle and some small toys that resemble hamburgers and other stuffs in a fast food. It always makes me wonder in awe how she was able to manage bring all that as well as handling a hyperactive grandson. But it’s nothing compared to the struggles she had when my Lolo died and she had to take care of their 5 children.

Whenever I’m feeling low in strength, I like to recall that experience and all that she has been through because my Nanay showed me that strength doesn’t deplete with age. It grows stronger the older you get as long as you keep moving forward.

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