© Agustin

[This story is based in the Philippines]
[This is translated from Tagalog to English]
[This is an original story of mine]

Their was an old man named Manuel peacefully reading his newspaper of the day when the door bell rang. There at the door were his grandchildren happily greeted and mano as they entered.(an "honoring-gesture" used in Filipino culture performed as a sign of respect to elders and as a way of requesting a blessing from the elder.)

He closed the door and went to his chair once again.

"Why does every single girl in school is just the same?" Jacob said while sighing in disappointment.

"They're not". Responded Joshua his twin brother as he rolled his eyes at him.

"Joshua is right Jacob". He said agreeing with Joshua as he crossed his arms.

"How so Grandpa?" Asked Jacob with a raised eyebrow, curiosity is evident in his eyes.

"You see I was just like you at your age and it brings me back to does days when I met a girl". He said chuckling as he clearly remembered.

"A girl? who?" Asked Gilbert his 6 years old with his brother Adrian his 8 years old grandsons who just entered the room.

"Well how about a little story" He said to his grandchildren. As the little one's hurriedly climb to the sofa where the two teens were.

"Now listen very closely"

•••

1935.

I was at College back then. Full of dreams and plans of my life. I was the 4th younger sibling out of all 10 of us at that time myself was a little...