Last week I picked up my daughter at the airport. Manila has
just about the worse international airport ever – even more so when you are
picking someone up without your own car; basically you are not allowed into the
airport at all and have to wait behind a fence in the heat. Thankfully the
flight and its precious cargo came in the middle of the night, so the
temperature was bearable.
We spent the next day visiting family and friends, lunch
with my grand-mother and aunties in Makati, the business district, and then the
evening at my friend Agnes’s house in Quezon City. Agnes is a sculptor, and her
works are all over her house, where I used to hang out when I was in university.
Let’s just say that I did a lot of experimenting there, and the place is filled
with memories. As I was chatting with my friends, I told Sara to go around and take pictures of anything she found interesting. Here are a few of
her shots: a white Buddha.
A white snail.
A papaya tree.
A banana leaf.
Finally, the Japanese-style guest house where I resided for
three, magical months, journaling, reading, learning tai-chi, making candles,
partying, casting I-ching, experimenting. I am curious as to why she chose to take shots of
these objects and not others, and should really ask her sometime. As for now,
she is fast asleep; tomorrow is her first day at her new school and in Junior
High. My husband had to coach me to control my first-day jitters as she didn’t
seem to have any and I would just end up transferring my fears to her… I am a
lucky (and very grateful) wife and mother!
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