Over the course of almost ten years of living here in the USA, I have traveled at least 9 times back to my homeland. I consider myself lucky because I know a few of Filipinas who have not gone home for a couple of years and visit their family. One reason is that, traveling overseas can be very expensive and not all people have the budget for that so they stayed in America and do not know when they will be able to do that.
Have I not going home in the past years my children would not have a sense of living in a poor country nor an idea where their mother came from. They would have not known their Filipino roots especially my first born who luckily met her grandfather before passing away, they would have not experienced playing with relatives outdoors with pure fun and gadgets is out of the picture, etc.
Every trip we made in the past always had good memories created and the more we come visit the Philippines, the more my little siblings and our girls form a solid bond only uncle,auntie and nieces share. We travel every two years and stay there for a month or longer but that seems too short when you are enjoying your stay with them.
As what they say, all good things have come to an end just like a vacation should also end. And you know when that time comes, even if you are not ready to come back to the US yet, you have to and saying goodbye is not always easy. Pictures below were taken just a few hours before our departure on August 12,2015. My mother, little brother and sister have always been grateful of our visit and they are the reason despite of my bad encounter with my brothers inspire me why I should come back to the Philippines again and again.