July 20, 2019
I saw someone at Kamuning who looked like my grandma. When I was younger she told me that she was the one who named Mapagmahal Street. I believed her. It's raining hard today, EDSA is too grey. I remember Grandma's stories about kind strangers in jeepneys, about how they'd ask if she needed help. One time a snatcher stole her purse and returned it to her upon seeing a rosary; she said they had a nice conversation wherein she encouraged the young man to live clean. Whenever it was rainy, grandma would cook lugaw. Evaporated milk, tuyo. My favorite memory.