First job, first love

It was 1994 I felt ecstatic because, for the first time, I had a real job. I

felt important and proud. I was then twenty years old and my mother

cooked Pancit Malabon and my favorite Kare Kare. My mother was the

best cook in the whole town of Binondo and people often asked her to

cook for them during parties. My oldest sister inherited this talent.

After rigid two months of training, we were sieved and I belonged to

the ten lucky ones who got the position in