Thanks to an Overseas Filipino Worker (OFW), at a very tender age I know the taste of Baby Ruth and Hershey’s chocolate bars. Thanks to an OFW, I am one of those young lads who owned a Japanese electronic game set called Atari. Thanks to an OFW, my pubertal apparel includes United Colors of Benetton shirts, Swatch watches and Adidas shoes.
Thanks to an OFW, my taste buds are no stranger to the savoriness of Spam and imported corned beef. Thanks to an OFW, at an early age I was exposed to a wide range of cassette-tape music from sweet soothing tunes of Carpenters to pop-beats of Boney M. Thanks to an OFW, even before the existence and coining of the words “balikbayan box” I know the epidermal comforts brought about by Ivory bath soap and Jergens body lotion.
An enormous thanks to my father for all these.
I know these are all mundane worldly materials and I should instead thank my father for giving me an urbane civilized life. He may have passed away a long time ago but I know my father knows that I’m thankful for that already. So I’m giving myself a chance to express my deep gratitude regarding these specifics.
Hapi Paders Dey Tatay! Misyumats!