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“Why are you there (Canada) then?” My cousin retorts when I told her that I don’t dream big.

I don’t really dream big. When my mother asked me what I want to be when I grow up, I was in grade school that time, and I told her I want to be a teacher.

But honestly, I don’t know what I really want to be. I have never thought about that, it’s just that I felt that my mother was waiting for my answer so I replied with no hesitation.

And wanting to be a teacher is not big either, at least in the Philippines.

When I was still in Tondo, I always see this house every time I buy vegetables for our meal. If you know the common ‘tao’, they buy common needs when they need it, so I get to see this small house two to three times a day. Their house is probably smaller than ours, or I just thought that it is smaller because it seems that they have these appliances tucked in their living room. Since it is small, the living room might also be their dining room, just like us.

What I like in that house was the organ in one corner and the phone (we have no phone yet at that time) and the organ seem to grant my wish to learn to play any musical instrument. Guitar would be fine but, it won’t give me the glory of having a small but appealing house.

Still, not a big dream. I could wish a big house and lot in one of the richest subdivision or condominium in Makati but I didn’t.

I never thought of leaving Tondo.

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