Palubong Ricardo Essay

Pasalubong

Ricardo was a great, selfless father to my siblings and me. He was a doctor, a successful one, in fact. He worked day and night to ensure there was food on the table three times a day and our needs are met. In the work-filled life of a doctor, he always found time to spend with us. He was the pillar and the foundation of the family. It was a seemingly normal day, as I kissed my father goodbye as he enters his car. I went back to eating my breakfast and proceeded with my day. Suddenly, we received a call from my father’s superior. He has suffered a heart attack and is now in the intensive care unit of his own workplace. We hurried to the hospital, but ironically, through all the life-saving work my father did, he cannot save his

It is always a significant occasion for the family. Relatives arrive from different places, including abroad. They also bring with them pasalubong for the family, which everyone enjoys. We all gather at our family’s mausoleum to eat, bond as a family, and most importantly, remember our fallen ones. We would clean and repaint their graves for the celebration. We bring flowers and light candles to offer to the dead. My mother and I would always cook Cansi, my father’s favorite dish, for our relatives. They would also do the same with their dead. We spend the night at the cemetery praying for our deceased. The children would often play and tell ghost stories to each other as the moon and stars twinkle in the

He pulls out a small wooden sculpture from the box which looks like a ladle.

“Regina, this is yours” While my mother received the sculpture, she says “Ramon, this is beautiful!” He replied, “I made you a ladle because you’re a skilled cook” My mother showed me the sculpture, a beautiful one indeed. It was in the shape of a ladle which rested on a base with my mother’s name engraved right into it.

“Raymond, this is yours” I step towards him as I receive a sculpture of a stethoscope. “I made you this as my sign of bidding you good luck in Medical School”, Tito Ramon said. “Thank you very much”, I respond. “Rebecca, this is yours” “Ray, this is yours” “Romulus, this is yours” Tito Ramon each gave us a small wooden sculpture of an object that symbolized us. We all thanked him for another wonderful gift that he gave to us. However, I notice more sculptures in the last box that he opened. I asked him “Tito, who are these remaining sculptures for?” Suddenly, he fell silent and let out a big