BICOL: sense of belonging

When I pursued my studies in Bicol and stayed there for good, I wasn't actually a lost ball in the high weeds, instead I felt that sense of belonging. I got to fuse with relatives who were new to me then.

Gathering was something I considered to be fun with a little dose of inhibition. My father was so into it not because of his lofty appetite for food but because of his natural press relation stance towards significant and insignificant others.

My uncle Toti (my father's brod) had burnt brows for local politics. As a child, I described it as absurd...spending time, money, and effort for just a single & limited title. I hardly understood how vital influences were.

My father once told me in my teen years that I was so introvert that I knew nobody in our street. The truth of the matter was- he had been over-protecting me...creating me to be so reserved and timid...a poor man's something.