My tear was falling when I checked the back part of the house. I saw the banana planted by my mother before she died. And it is being cared by our father before he left us live our mother.
Everytime we had a harvest,we became happy and it sustained our hunger. I like it and I don't eat rice if there is banana at home. I am not here at home all the time. I am working in the city. I need to travel by fast craft or a ship for 2 hours and bus for 1 hour to reach the next island, called Cebu City. That's all! I just remember my parent. I am the youngest one and so emotional.