Aking isinulat at pinag-isipan noong August 8 kung paano ko pupunan ang bakanteng gabing yaon. Na bagaman umuulan, inisip ko na kailangan may "importanteng mangyari" sa naturang petsa.

Makakahanap lang pala ako ng kasagutan sa aking pag-uwi. Wala ang aking ina, maging ang aking kuya at ang kanyang nobya. Isang kapirasong papel ang bumati sa akin na nagsabing nasa ospital silang tatlo dahil ipapanganak na ang aking unang pamangkin.

Nung gabi ding iyon, isinilang ang isang malusog na babaeng sanggol na tatawag sa akin ng Tito Tet. Bumubuhos ang ulan, gayundin ang aming kaligayahan. Kasabay ng mga patak ng ulan samu't-saring pagninilay para sa aming hinaharap.

M.G.C. has been an enigma for almost 25 years of my existence. His bloodline runs on my veins. People concerned at a recent family affair told me I look very much like him. And so I also bear his name. But none of these seem to satisfy my understanding about M.G.C.. Except that he's my father, as printed on paper,  I can't grasp the sense of the whole thing.

As I embark on my life's first quarter, I'm putting down all my cards. I will pack my bags to Pangasinan in my mission to put a meaningful face behind the name M.G.C..

It's time to put some redmarks on some of my life's gray areas.

-May 28, 2007