Growing up as I did in our tiny seaside village, no electricity, no roads, no running water — i could never have, even in my wildest possible dreams, imagined where life’s journey has taken me. But I want to make sure that I never forget where the journey started, and how I grew up in a world so different from the one I am part of today…..
Trying to make sense of “The Week of Manny Pacquiao”, a week in which 102,000 read an impromptu article I wrote about Manny’s grace, humility, and empathy.
My mom and dad are Tarcila Llevado and Loreto Llevado, both of whom have many generations of ancestors in Lawaan. We lived in the house that my mom grew up in and which was the house of her mother, my “inay” (grandmother), Sylvestra. There was a time during their marriage when they didn’t live in Guinoban–a time when they went into the mountains and had a farm in an area they cleared from the jungle.