One for the Books.

Byline: Ruby de Vera

THERE IS ONE VIVID MEMORY I had of my childhood. I was probably six years old then, and we lived in Tagaytay before it was the tourist trap that it is now. I woke up disoriented, as it was dark inside the house. I remember I was about to cry for attention because I was alone in bed, but then I heard some music.

I went to the living room, where the front door was opened wide. My mother and father were just outside standing close to each other, whispering and giggling, and there were stars in the sky. I felt happy, if ever a six-year-old knew what happiness is. The song playing was Highways of my Life by the Isley Brothers. Even now I cant listen …