8 YEARS LATER… “We’re here…” I lifted my sleeping mask and squinted at the sunlight. “Oh,” I chuckled softly, feeling old especially with my three piglet-like kids in tow. “¿Dónde estamos, papá? (Where are we, dad?)” asked my middle child, Isaac Montecillo, the most mischievous of the three. “Ya estamos en Filipinas. ¿Estabas durmiendo otra vez, Isaac, cuando hablamos de venir aquí? (We’re already in the Philippines. Were you sleeping again, Isaac, when we talked about coming here?)” my eldest, Maximo Julian Montecillo, asked without much enthusiasm, engrossed in his book as usual. He takes after his father. Even his looks are a spitting image of him. Annoying! Wouldn’t it be better if he took after me, since he was the first one out? Martin's genes are strong! “¡Oye, no estoy durmiendo! ¿Y por qué vuelves a entrometerte en la conversación? ¡Solo lee tu libro! (Hey, I’m not sleeping! And why are you butting in the conversation again? Just read your book!)” They glared at each o
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