[The Story When] Three Roses From Heaven (A Love Story)

Was it divine intervention? A rom com? Regina Layug Rosero shares the story of how Lola met Lolo.

The rom-com version of this story would be that Chita met Ermy, and they fell in love and lived happily ever after. But Chita didn’t want to marry Ermy, however persistently he courted her.

I could only imagine how confused she was. Here was a pleasant young man, a handsome mestizo, her best friend’s brother no less, and he wanted to marry her. But she wanted to devote her life to the Lord. What was a young woman of the 1950s supposed to do?

Read the full story here. Published May 2015.

[The Story When] Snapshots from the Seventies

“This is Dad crossing Roxas Boulevard.” Image from The Story When.

Paul Catiang explores family history for The Story When.

I was around four or five when Mommy first told me about Dad. She said that they couldn’t marry because he was already betrothed to someone else from birth, as is the custom among upper-class Indians. The exchange and merging of property was supposedly a done deal—there might have been some resort island involved, as a dowry. In the years that followed, the mental images that came to mind involved a mix of Bedouin tents, elephants, peacocks, turbans, all manner of exotic clichés my young imagination cobbled together from the Arabian Nights and the World Book Encyclopedia’s volume on entries under the letter I.

Read the full story here. Published May 2015.

[Happy Even After] Just Ma

From happyevenafter.com
From happyevenafter.com

Mary Ann Marchadesch writes about what it was like to be raised by a single parent.

The best thing about Ma? She always trusted us. She raised us with a solid set of values that were unfettered by any sort of superstition or cultural shibboleths. She taught us to know right from wrong, black from white from morally grey and trusted that we’d absorbed enough over the years to be able to judge correctly.

She never sugar-coated any bad news, trusting us not to fall apart but instead rise to the occasion and give it a good solid thwack across the nose. She taught us to not be afraid of the world and made us tough enough to deal with its absurdities. She valued our opinion on things that really mattered, and even on things that didn’t. In return, we took the advice she gave, as rare as it was, very seriously.

(Except when it comes to hairdressers. She’s still got a bit of a blind spot there.)

Originally published in the book Happy Even After, 2011.