Too much is happening in my country. And I have only one person to talk to, my husband. He patiently listens to my tirades, makes a few comments here and there and then ends up telling me, “don’t be stressed,” with a voice so very loving I can cry. I cry, yes. I cry because I am a Mama, a Mom, a MamaLa, a ‘Te Bebs. These four names melt my heart every time. My daughters, my sons, my grandsons. My nieces, my nephews, my grandsons and my granddaughters. They don’t always listen to me, but every time I get the opportunity, I always say “Nobody gives up on family.” Now to my country. I am affected every time I see blood on the television screen watching the daily TV Patrol. I am not much of a fan of gruesome movies, you know. I have all six seasons of the series “The Walking Dead” but I am not yet able to finish
The discussion is loud, so very loud. That is whether Former President Ferdinand Marcos be buried in the Libingan Ng Mga Bayani or somewhere else. The noise is attempting to sway President Rodrigo Duterte to reconsider his decision in allowing the burial at the LNMB. Actually, I feel for both of those who are for and who are against. They both have strong positions, I am not saying that either one is right, though. The president has made his decision. Whether he changes his position remains to be seen, well, nothing is definite until September 18. Anyway, I don’t want to add to the noise. I don’t want to add convincing positions why the former president should be buried where. At the end of the day, it is up to President Duterte to stand by his earlier decision, unless of course, the Supreme Court steps in and render a decision contrary to the stand of the President. And then we will
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