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My Mother's Parsimony![]() My mother has always been wary of me and my choice of friends. She always has something to say about someone and her reasoning was always slightly off. "Naku, Ging, mag-iingat ka diyan. Sabi ng matatanda ang taong maitim ang gilagil, matinding magalit." "Anak, huwag kang magagalit ha... Hindi ko masyadong gusto si So finally I asked her. How do you know if someone's worth the time? How do you know if someone loves you? Her answer: Ano ba anak. Simple lang yan. Alam mong mahal ka ng tao kung pinatutulog ka niya. Sinusugurado niyang nakakain ka na. At hinahayaan ka niya kung kinakailangan. She then moves on to translate it, as though I couldn't understand Tagalog: Someone who lets you sleep, lets you eat, and lets you be. If you think it's too simple. Think again. So far, out of all my so-called friends, only four passed. { Last Page } { Page 5 of 36 } { Next Page } |
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