I thought my mother was cool to the idea of my father going to the United States of A. When my father was walking to the plane and we were waving goodbye my mother started weeping. Up to now, I could still vividly remember how she looked like that moment. She was wiping her tears, she was crying uncontrollably. I felt her sadness.
As expected, after a year or 2, my father wanted my mom to follow. She did not want to. But she had no choice. She went to the embassy and got herself a visa.
My mother was a girl scout, laging handa. She would never leave the house without any emergency food. She had candies, cookies, tasty bread with cheese pimiento, Lady’s Choice sandwich spread, or Star margarine.
When she landed at the San Francisco airport, the police dog kept on following her. The dog kept on sniffing her handbag. My mom thought the dog could be hungry and sensed that she had food. So she opened her bag, took out some Marie biscuits and tried to hand it over to the dog. The airport police was taken aback. My mom told him “your dog is hungry”. Since the dog did not “accept” her Marie biscuits, she thought maybe the dog did not like the biscuits. My mom took out a plastic from her bag with sliced bananas and offered it to the dog. Apparently, she peeled and sliced the bananas and placed them in a clear plastic. After almost a day of traveling, how do you think the bananas looked like? The police officer could only scratch his head.
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