I lived three generations after the war, a lot have changed. New technology is within reach. Population has rised steadily.
Being a part of the later batch of millenials, there has been a huge gap between me and how life was before.
Towns turned into cities. Villages broke into more villages. Factories sprung along the widened highways. Houses built side by side.
Even though I grew in the province, I was an alien of the stories that began to cease as generations faded through time.
I still have a lot to learn about the rich history of my hometown or of the barangay I grew up.
My lola, or grandma, shared stories with me. Some were age-old and others almost mythical.
The sense of being a part of history—that was previously unknown by a native of his own land—began to connect me from this generation to the people who once walked the barrio.
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