While taking a stroll one evening, I told my son Jas that there will come a time that he will turn into a kuya, into a tito, into a dada, and finally into a lolo -- and by that time, I might be long gone to heaven.
Then he followed the trail of logic and said "then I'll die too, and will go to heaven." I nod in agreement, but he didn't end his thoughts. "We're all there in heaven, but I won't have a lola"
"Why won't you have a lola?" I asked curiously.
"Because I was a lolo", and there he ended our conversation.
Funny, how complex concepts make simple talks in our walks.
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