As we grow older, we tried to bring back the good memories and the people who had come along the way…Some stays…others are gone….
Nevertheless, bringing back the memories and remembering the people who, by circumstances and necessity, had separated from us, can make us contemplate on how, and where are they now.
I have soft-spots for kids until now. I had this feeling that whenever I am with young people, I feel I am rejuvenated. Iba ang pakiramdam pag kasama mo mga bata.. naglalaro.. nag aalaga…nagpapatulog..naglalambing…
Para sa akin, mas natutuwa ako pag kasama ko mga bata kasi kung ano ang pinapakita nila, yon ang totoo. Kung ano sasabihin sa iyo, galing sa puso nila. Ika nga, you learn honesty from them.
On my top list of the kids I missed so much, of course, my brother, nieces and nephews and cousins:
I was nine years old when my mother gave birth to a healthy boy. When me and my sister arrived from school, we took time para alagaan namin siya, maglalaro kami, minsan, kinukulit namin. It took four years bago ulit kami magkaroon ng kapatid. We were already in high school, pero andoon pa rin yong affection naming sa aming mga kapatid. As time went by, lumalaki na sila and my sister had already her own family. This time yong mga anak naman nila ang pinagtutunan naming ng pansin, lalo na ang parents ko. 
I enjoyed spending my time with my nieces and nephews. Mas gusto ko pa ang makilaro sa kanila kaysa sa lumabas ng bahay. When I finished my studies, it was time for me to be independent at mahiwalay sa kanila. I took job in Manila pero during vacation, umuuwi ako sa province kaya nakakasama ko sila once and a while. Of course as they grow older, hindi na katulad ng dati na puwede ko silang kargahin o maglaro kami gaya ng dati.
When I was in Manila, dahil sa sobra kong na mimiss ang pagkakaroon ng mga batang inaalagaan, I usually go to my neighbors and friends. Naghahanap ng mga bata.
It so happened that my friend has an aunt from the states who decided to live in Manila and became our neighbor. Tita Cel has 4 kids, Mark, Bianca (from her first husband) and Tracy and Patrick from Tito pat (a retired American navy).
Naging close kami lalo na yong mga anak niya.
I remember Mark Paul, the eldest who was 10 years old that time, usually stayed in our place. Palaging naghahanap ng pagkain, nanonood ng TV, at maglalambing, hihingi ng pera dahil bibili daw siya ng pagkain or anything sa tindahan. At his age, kahit medyo malaki na siya, still, sa akin para ko siyang kapatid na kung may kailangan, I was there palagi sa kanya. Not only ion material things, kundi sa lahat na puwede kung i-share as their tito. During his graduation sa elementary, I was there for him at tuwang-tuwa siya.
Si Bianca, 8 years old, medyo mahiyahin. Usually, pag pinapagalitan siya ng mommy niya, sa akin pumupunta. She is kind, malambing at magalang na bata. Walang reklamo lalo na pag may inuutos sa kanya. Tuwang-tuwa siya pag nasa bahay namin. Sinasama ko pag namamalengke kami.. tumutulong sa akin pag nagluluto..naglilinis ng bahay.
The other kids are Tracy, 4 years old and Patrick, 2 years old. They’re Tital Cel’s children to her second husband, Tito Pat. At first, when they arrived, medyo hindi pa nakapag adjust yong dalawa, pero nang tumagal, nawala yong culture shock nila at naging at ease na sila. Dahil nga sa super cute silang pareho, nakakaliw silang alagaan.
Now after ten years that I haven’t seen them, I had the chance to know how they are doing now. Ibang-iba na kaysa sa dati. I cannot even hug and carry them like what I did before. Hindi na kami puwedeng maglaro, wala ng magsusumbong, wala ng mapipikon, at wala nang iiyak kapag may tantrums. Its only the memories that can be remembered at pag naaalala ko yon, natutuwa ako coz once in my life I feel much younger and happy during the time that we are together.
