Granny's Tale

Back in the mid 90’s, I used to spend my weekends on to the humble domicile of my grandparents. Yep, they lived in Ma-a, Davao City (Ma-a rules, okay?!). Hahaha! Well, Mom and dad would just leave me on to their dwelling, sometimes with my brother and they’ll fetch us either in the late afternoon or after dinner time.


Being the first grandchild of the family means a LOT of things. As early as 1 year old, I’m the KING of the World, literally. When I was little, everything that I demand, from food, toys to unnecessary stuffs must be provided immediately. Pronto! I admit it, I’m a spoiled brat. Bratinello, that is, if Bratinello really exists. Whenever mommy fetches me from school, we always go to McDo and buy happy meal. I do have tons of happy meal toys in my cabinet. But hey, happy meal in McDo during the mid 90’s costs at around 35 pesos, and it comes with a free toy, the classic Burger McDo and coke. It’s relatively cheap compared today (the cheapest happy meal’s expensive, roughly 65 pesos).


I used to be fed like a prince. I can recall the way my mommy feeds me. She would desperately say these infamous lines: “Here comes the airplane, CHOOCHOOCHOOO!” But hey, being as nosy as Dexter, I corrected her, saying that Choochoos are for trains and not for airplanes. Haha. Si mommy talaga, nagpapatawa!


But up to now, I still can’t comprehend on to some daily rituals of my grandparents.

Myth 1: They usually take their bath on late afternoon, or sometimes they just do it every other day. Now that stinks.

Myth 2: They sleep late at night and wake before the sunrise. I don’t get it. This will lead to complications on their cardiovascular system. Sleep deprivation’s deadly on to teens but it’s more dangerous to old farts este to the old ones. Peace! :D

Enough said.


They may have poor memory. They can be overacting. They have wrinkles on to their hands and face. They may have bulging eye bags and varicose veins. Whatever it is, they’re still our grandparents. We as grandchildren are their source of joy. They can be infuriating but we still need to respect them.


Every time I reminisce those moments, I realized that I am naughty. Yes, I am. Haha :)

Okay, it’s time to get myself dressed for Inna’s 18th birthday bash. Let’s PARTEEEYYY! WOOHOOH! :))