My father recalls that they had the biggest house in their small barrio in Ilocos when he was a child. Now outdated, worn-out and damaged through time, the former status of my grandparents' house in their barrio remains only as a faint memory in the distant past. Seeing the modern houses (some far bigger) in its neighborhood everytime we visit there makes my father get a little depressed of what their house had become. Someday he wants to restore it so that it may reclaim what he thinks is its rightful throne.
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yes i remember houses like this sa Ilocos. yung sa lola ko nga rin, semento na yung house. pero malayo pa rin yung banyo kasi meron syang Balon sa tabing bahay. dadayuhin pa talaga ang banyo hehehe
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