Farewell Aunty Nene, until we meet again. By Zai
When I was 7 or eight years old, my sister and I moved, studied and lived in Davao City with our Aunt Nene who was still single at the time. We stayed in the old house in Bolton which Lola Sayong built long time back in the 60's and where the Yap children grew up. This was in the early eighties. We went to school at Magallanes Elementary school. I was in the second grade and Ate Zaida was on the fourth. This was during a turbulent time in our family life. Mama and papa had some marital issues hence the two of us were sent to Davao to study. It was during these times when we were being told that we may have to choose between our parents, to whom will we go with if they separate. It was crazy times. I remember going to school with no 'baon' or if we do get some baon it is not enough to buy something. I remember my teacher, Mrs Zarsoso. She was a great teacher. She was the first one who taught us to memorise a poem on the same day, which I still remembered when I went b...