Poem About Wikang Filipino Novels & Stories

Abby's POV: The moment I stepped out of the plane, I feel the familiar heat I missed for two years. The noise of the people scattered around didn't bothers me while my mind is going somewhere. The genuine smile of my fellow Filipinos shows like they are very optimistic and strong. I miss this feeling. A feeling like finally, I'm home. "I miss you Philippines." I whispered in the air. "He misses you too, darling. Don't worry." Mom said and I didn't notice her presence behind me.

I learned some Tagalog phrases from my Filipino neighbours in Valencia, such as tang ina mo and ang baho ng pekpek mo which I don't have a single idea what those mean. It was a great life not until my mother died in a car accident in Barcelona while working. I was at my lowest that time. I had no idea how cruel life can be. Mentally, I was lifeless, but some Spanish friends and Filipino neighbours tried their best to help me out financially and emotionally with my mother's passing.