
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 Now outdated, worn-out and damaged through time, the former status of my grandparents' house in their barrio remains only as a faint memory in the distant past.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.