Narrative
It's only a Friday before the deadline for this folio when I, together with three friends, very informally interviewed my parents about their marriage.

Reflection
Living away from parents and growing up without so much of their supervision have always been not a real big deal. But not until recently that I discovered how much I don't know of their story, which for the most part somehow makes things seem incomplete. The constant memories I have from my childhood with my parents are merely the similar. Things then were so much of a routine and I got used to that kind of interaction as a matter of fact. It was only during kinsenas-katapusan (15th and 30th of a month) that we get to see my parents. I even remember waking up on Saturday mornings and getting surprised by papa and mama sleeping beside me. They usually come home late Friday nights. And of course, the next thing my sister and I usually do is to allocate the pringles, choco crunchies, pretzels, mallows and other pasalubong they never failed to bring home. During birthdays, graduations, holy week and other important occasions is when we have the most chances of being together. Everything stayed the same until high school. Seldom that we experience longing.
The basic stories of my parents is not anymore new to me. I know that they used to work on the same company. Papa then was a janitor, mom was an accountant. They got together and after eleven months mom got pregnant. The story of their worst fight that almost lead to separation isn't new either.