The Emancipation of Jun-jun

I just learned recently
that Ayala and Anflocor, is developing a land area infront of
Redemptorist Church in Bajada, to be the next business haven of
Davao. I’m sure everyone’s excited to see an Ayala Mall in the
city. Probably by 2010, all roads will lead to this area, as it
becomes an astonishing landmark of the city. Flashback -1996. This
area used to be where we rent and operate a motor shop.

Oh yes! When that time
comes, when I get to see Ayala Mall in it’s towering pride, when
everything’s set , I’d probably still think that part of it is our
family’s history. Part of it is where my mom and my brother tried
their best to operate something and make it successful. Maybe, when
the mall opened, I would still think of the business (that my dad
financed), and which our family tried to run but unfortunately failed
to flourish.

Speaking of motorshops, we
also had a shop before in Bonifacio area which is a now a nursing
school. We also had an eatery in Ilustre area, which is a Persian
Restaurant at the moment.

Change indeed is the only
constant thing in this world, and I’m very happy to see all these
changes coming,  judging from all the developments, these places have
gone through – it’s all worth it.

The only change that I’d
probably have a problem accepting for now is the state of our
residential place before. We use to live in a compound, with my
Uncles, Aunts, and Cousins. For me, the place was perfect. I use to
think that our place is like a setting in a TV sitcom. We rented and
developed that land into a home. We built its foundation. We
propagated love (literally and figuratively). It is where I learned
the value of family, of friendship. It is where I learned the essence
of “Bayanihan”. It is where I spent my childhood.

Looking back, I could
still see the faces of my friends and of my cousins, as we run
through the street playing all day long. In my mind, I was in our
balcony at the second floor, recapturing the moment where I use to
take some fresh air, enjoy sights of green trees, of chirping birds
and seeing  the happy faces of our neighbors.

Present time - 2008. I
passed by the place again. Reality bites. What was left in that
place, I use to call home, is a huge empty warehouse standing still.

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