As I stepped out of the airplane from an ATA flight from O’Hare to La Guardia, I was excited that Kuya Frank was there to pick me up. Well, he is a familiar face since I remember meeting him from a beauty contest I watched years ago organized by my former high school in our hometown of Taytay, where Kuya Frank’s niece is one of the beauty contestants. In my head, I was thinking at least I don’t have to bring a piece of paper with either his name or mine and I do not have to describe the color of my clothes anymore.
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