now that's my brave girl

oh my goddess, this is going to be a tough one. a biggie.
(but not really tough-like-that since everything that just flows, is not as tough-as- all-that, but simply, life happening. and thus, one can trust one's self to it.)

my sister spent a lot of her growing years in the UK,or rather, most of it, and more than once or twice, in our numerous and frequent all-together-now family trips and encounters, i would harbor the random-enough thought that it would be really good if she would be able to spend some time in the Philippines in order to know to know and embrace the Filipino side of her. (even though, it is also quite true that any child with a Filipino mother would probably still grow up quite Filipino in more ways than you might think, without even having to set foot on Philippine soil.)

the above were random-enough thoughts on regular-enough vacations because there was never any talk of such a plan, nor was i in any position to set such a plan into motion.

so never did i think that someday such a thought would become a reality. nor did i have any inkling of how large a role i would play in such a scheme :).

and the beauty of it was when it did happen, it was really largely sister's idea and initiative.

(part 1 of many parts or no more :) )