Those closest to me would know that I have great reverence for Nanay Norma, my maternal grandmother. We shared the same room and she would be the one to wake me up for school and prepare my breakfast and some hot water for bath. We had a love-and-hate relationship, Nanay and I, but only because we both can be fretful and we end up arguing about it. But how I loved her! I remember my mother telling me once how when I was a baby, I’d wake up on a Saturday morning and after realizing my parents were the ones sleeping next to me, I’d rise from bed and run to the other room where Nanay was sleeping. She would also let me sleep beside her when I had a fever and would be the one to wake me up to drink my medicine in the middle of the night. (more…)