(Ma/Pa/Ka)Hirap
Pagbalik namin ng Maynila after 1 year in Pangasinan, mahirap pa rin kami. I can say, mas mahirap na kami. My dad still did not have a job. My mom was looking for a job. Nabuhay kami sa sustento ng mga magulang nila. Utang sa mga kamag-anak. Sangla ng mga alahas. Utang sa mga malapit na sari-sari store. Daily allowance was a fight. School projects was a fight. Daily food on the table was a fight. Those were really, REALLY tough times. Grabe! Even fresh meat and veggies were too pricey for us. I kid you not. We had days where we had mackerel with potatoes and/or sardines and miswa as meals. And I would like to recall the summers I used to spend with my better-off relatives. Kasi sa kanila, I felt like a prince. Yung tipong kakain ako ng Koko Krunch na hindi magsisisi kasi makakakain pa rin ako nito the next day. Yung tipong bibili kami randomly on a weekday night ng Quickly. Yung tipong magyayaya sila sa Glorietta ng weekend after lunch. Yung tipong hindi ka mahihiya sa estado ng buhay ...
