When my mother was taking Trade Architectural Drafting in ISAT, her teacher was my father’s older brother. Through my Tito, my father and mother met. My mother told me that she and my father never had a love affair. Whenever people say that my father was my mother’s ex-boyfriend she says, “He’s really my husband.”

In the year 1981, my parents met. Because my father doesn’t know how to court my mother he just go on with his life, then after some time they did not see each other and have no communication. One day in the year 1987 while my mother worked as CAT commandant in Colegio de San Jose, she and my father met again. During that time she was taking Civil Engineering in WIT. She and my father meet incidentally during that time. 1And treating one another as an old acquaintance, saying “Hi” and “Hello” and a short “how’s life?’ were their way of greetings.

Years past, year 1991 when my mother supposed to finish her Civil Engineering course, she went to Manila for an adventure and landed several jobs, which she never took seriously. It was 1993 when my mother decided to go home to process her school documents and unfortunately found out that she has an incomplete grades in some of her subjects. So instead of going back to her job in Manila, she decided to reenrol her incomplete subjects without resigning from her job.

It was 2nd Semester of school year 1993 when she enrolled again. On the way to her school she met my father because by that time the boarding house of my father can be passed by going to her school. Again, a casual “how are you” and upon knowing the stories of one another, my father invited my mother to go with him to visit the site of his proposed residential project which was supposed to start that December 16, 1993. Knowing that my mother planned to return to Manila to file her resignation from her job and to claim whatever she might have that she could use in her schooling, my father offered my mother a job, to be his technical assistant in his project assuring my mother will have a compensation which she could utilize rather than returning to Manila with no assurance of how much she could earned that Christmas break. After a thorough assessment of her situation, my mother agreed to take the offer.

Christmas break past and life goes on. My father and my mother developed a better understanding of one another without mentioning ‘love’ but life. Maybe, a mutual understanding had really developed. It was January 17, 1994 when my father asked my mother that she wanted to visit their house. It was the 7th birthday of my cousin. From that time on, my Lolo invited my father that if ever it was difficult for him to sleep in the construction site, he is always welcome in our house. At first, the frequency of sleeping at my mother’s house was not noticeable until it became as if it was already his home too. In the morning, both of them went off, my mother to school while my father to his construction. In the afternoon, both of them went home. Life went on as if it was their everyday life. It was also in the same year that they got married on the 31st of May.

Many more stories were untold, and I was born in the 17th of January 1995. My mother had complied her requirements on the 1st Semester of 1994.

Now, there are three of us, I am the eldest and I have younger twin brothers. As I observed and understand, Love grown deeply with my parents because of better understanding and respect with one another. Some say, “love will fly out of the window when there’s nothing to eat”, but that’s not true to my parents, they could always find means if they only discussed things out.