My father “Jess” was working in a gold mining company as a driver of a dumptruck. The mining area was located at Bo. Masara, Mabini, Davao del Norte. The terrain of “Masara” is like a canyon that is surrounded by huge mountains. In the place, we can still hear the sounds of wild animals like birds (hawks, owls, ravens). We can also see monkeys jumping and playing on big trees. Many wild animals were still visible in the place, thus: geckos, snakes, turtles, deers, wild pigs, squirrels and more. But, at the bottom of the mountain, there was a river that has  small spring at its side. Many residents always meet together at the spring everyday and they had fun, while they were bathing and washing their clothes. As I have observed it, the people were very close to one another, as they were borrowing personal things, like laundry detergent and bath soaps, basins and other personal stuffs. It is still fresh in my mind, that we were living in a bunkhouse with 24 rooms, occupied by 24 families. I can still remember, I was always sitting down on the stairs of the bunkhouse, going down to the ground, every morning. As  I observed, my mother went to a small market called “tabo”,  where vendors sold veggies, fruits and “Kakanin” like: “suman, bibingka, puto” and more. My mother just walked with those mothers in the bunkhouse. They would flock together, making noise on the street, to the “Tabo” market. I  always felt happy when mama got home bringing with her basketful of fruits and veggies. The first thing that I would like to see in the basket was the banana leaf, for I knew that it has the “bibingka, suman or Pilipit” in it. I was always the first to take my part and very proud of it. At first, mama won’t allow me to go with her, for it…