To Grandmother’s House We Go
“Crossing the ocean inside a huge plane, to grandmother’s house we go…”
My grandparents live in the Philippines, a sixteen-hour flight across the Pacific. Sure, we may navigate over more than just rivers and woods, but my grandmother’s (and grandfather’s) scarlet-tiled, yellow-walled house is as homey and familiar as anybody’s. We arrive in Manila’s Ninoy Aquino International Airport...
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