Our departed loved ones—our parents at most—do not fade from memory as time passes by. They were our family. They made us. They loved us. They nurtured us. They took us by the hand along the road of life. Who can be more important than that?

There was a sparkle in Inay’s eyes that couldn’t be hidden as she sewed neat dresses and smart polos for our birthdays. Tiyo Doming, Inay’s only brother, glanced admiringly at the hardly-noticed stitches Inay mended themselves on his uniform. He was the most grateful to her who had underwritten his education in great part.

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