A Tribute to My Sweet Old Lady

She lives at the third floor of our building and owns a small store at the ground floor. I usually see her every morning on my way to work.
She is a sweet and caring old woman. She always flashes a pleasant smile every time she sees me. She regards me as her son. Whenever I get close to her, I see to it that I pat her shoulder. That’s my way of reciprocating the kind and comforting words I'm receiving from her.

When she sees me, one of the following kind phrases floats into the air like a soothing music that is being played over the radio:

           "Ang pogi pogi talaga ng anak ko…"
           "God bless you anak…"
           "Hi sweetheart!…ang neat neat talaga ng anak ko.."
           "Maaga ka ngayon a… Ingat ha.."
           "Ngayon ka lang nakaluwas? Nagkasakit ka ba?"

I know that I'm not that neat (or not neat at all). And that I'm not a good-looking guy. But who the heck cares, someone appreciates Jun-Jun. Someone appreciates me! Goody good.

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I’m thinking of giving her a small gift one of these days….