Mama, where are you? Please come back to us, come back home. I and my brother grew up without the presence of our mother. Our grandmother filled out the role, nurtured and cared for us when she was still alive. Afterwards, we stayed in the care of my maternal aunts when my grandma has passed away. Since we were kids, we don’t have any idea of the whereabouts of our beloved mama. We did not even have the opportunity to glimpse her, not even had a memory of her. We only have her old photograph that we carefully kept as a souvenir of her. Moreover, I didn’t even know also that I have biological siblings until I reached adolescence when I first saw my father and my other siblings. I was so perplexed of the condition of my family. My struggles with my brother were difficult and deplorable for us. There is no day that we tremendously yearn to see our mama, kiss and hug her tightly and feel the warmth of her hug, warmth of joy, the feeling of completeness, the feeling that onl
As a person, I have always believed that life will always be blissful had we just known how to appreciate, to be contented with, and to be grateful for, every little thing we have. I am Gamson Jr Mawallil Quijano, a Muslim-Tausug Radiologic Technologist. This is my personal blog to feature some of my humble writings.