Called Home

Finally I had the chance to talk to my mom. I used to call her more than once a week, but recently it went down to once a week, and sometimes every other week. Honestly I feel guilty about not calling home like I used to. The demands of everyday chores sometimes make the thought of calling slips my mind. By the time I settle and can actually make the phone call, its already late in the Philippines and they should be in bed resting. Anyway, I called them around 8am and tatay picked up and I talked to him for a while. The line in Cavite is always choppy for some reason, and tatay had a hard time hearing, so we didn't talk much but its so good to hear his voice again. Then he passed the phone to nanay and we talked for hours. She talked about my niece Yannah whom they adore so much, talked about her new antics and her adventures in pre-K school. She's very smart and so active like a boy and she's almost 3 years old. They are teaching Yannah to speak in English so she can communicate with Mikey when they meet. But I'm also trying to teach Mikey Tagalog so he can understand Yannah. Children can still mingle with one another anyway despite not speaking the same language, they can adapt to a situation easily and quickly. But learning two languages is even better.