7 -11

Every night at half past 7, my husband and I would gather our kids, who are all studying in 3 different schools in Manila, before we drive back to Paranaque. While the distance is just less than 20 kilometers, it would take us about an hour and a half to travel home. 

Anticipating the long travel, it is not unusual that we would find ourselves eating dinner or sampling treat of different cuisine restaurants, carinderia, fast foods and even street food vendors.

Last Friday was no exception; we initially wanted to grab some treats since hunger pang set in. I wanted tuna pandesal while the girls wanted instant noodles, snacks that would last us until we get home. I saw the instant rice meal and decided to order tapsi, got one tocino for my son and beef for my girl and another rice meal for the little one.

Although the meal was cheap and instant, it didn’t bother us at all that we had to fight for a small table, eat in front of a busy group of college kids. What mattered then was that we were complete, we had our usual exchange of  each other day’s stories and most of all that we were complete and safe in each other’s company. Like I said, that kind of happiness is something money cannot buy. Thank you 7-11 for offering such a safe haven for us.