Like father, like son
Lately I’ve been thinking about my dad, Antonio Concepcion, who passed away in 2006. It’s because I realized he would’ve loved the things that I’ve been doing: eating out and watching gigs around town.
Lately I’ve been thinking about my dad, Antonio Concepcion, who passed away in 2006. It’s because I realized he would’ve loved the things that I’ve been doing: eating out and watching gigs around town.
My adolescent memory in Quiapo was of the boy living in the house across, falling in love with me and doing a really reckless thing. Totoy put some lanzones in a straw hat with a love letter and left it on our doormat. It was discovered by one of the servants and promptly presented to my mother.
I love Belen Siasoco Jose and Lydia Carmona Santos and Sr. Perla Macapinlac and Sr. Perla Ramirez, but they cannot drag me to the 65th (platinum) reunion of our St. Theresa’s HS class. After all, I’m just an adopted alumna.
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