My uncle Anks (see past posting about him) in Cuyapo has a favorite hangout, a street corner concrete bench not too far from his house. When I am walking around town or passing by in a vehicle, I see him there smoking by himself or talking to friends. A few years back on a past visit to Cuyapo, I went to check out the night activities at the town fiesta. I got bored so I walked back to my aunt's house on my own. As I was approaching my uncle's corner, all I could see was a faint ember in the dark. It was hard to see or recognize anyone. As I pass by, I hear a greeting: "Kumusta ngay nakong" or "How are you my little one." Initially, I was taken aback and a bit startled, not expecting to hear anything. The voice became familiar -- yes, it was my uncle hanging out at his favorite place. The faint ember was from his cigarette. Yes, even in my mid-30's at that time, he still calls me "little one"; I am at least twice his weight.
Uncle Anks with me and my brothers Edgie and Nemy.
Me and Uncle Anks sitting at his hangout.