He'd call me anak. My child he'd say. He'd dress me up in the best clothes and Take care of me. I'd giggle as he gave me Candy hiding in the closet.
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I didn't know my grandfathers, so I don't miss them. I'm glad you have good, not bad, memories of Zenon Sison. Welcome to PH. bri : )