Remembering Papa

It is around 9pm, way past my little girl bedtime on a summer day. I would jump around excitedly in bed, waiting for the three honks that could only mean one thing: that my parents are finally home from work. As they park their car in the garage, I try to make myself useful in their […]

Death and Taxes

  “…in this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes,” Benjamin Franklin once wrote in a letter to Jean-Baptiste Leroy, circa 1789. This is why I am very anal about getting my payslip twice a month, as if to validate my sheer surrender. It just seems good practice to always compute the […]

A One-Way Plane Ticket

“It’s like I’ll take a one-way plane ticket and I’m never coming back,” my father told us tearfully last weekend. We’ve just found out that his stage II pancreatic cancer metastasized to stage IVB. There is no stage V. Throughout the years, I gave comfort and words of assurance to friends who witnessed their mother, […]