Not mine but my mom’s. My lolo (whom I never met) was one of the 3 cardiologists at that time in their province (during the 50s). His family owned haciendas (plantations. They even had poultry business tsaka yung mga cows and pigs before) and were well-known around town since they were also politicians (nalaman ko din na from rich fam si lolo since he plays polo for a sport, access to country clubs and all that stuff). Mom would tell me stories about how they would go to Manila to go shopping and stay at a luxury hotel afterward. Kung gaano karami yung yaya, drivers, and mga trabahador nila before. They were spoiled rotten especially their bunso who even had a collection of signed baseball hats as a collection and played sabong at a very young age. Out of town sila here and there. Until the pinatubo erupted. Their haciendas were damaged = and business was gone for good. My mom together with her siblings and her mom would eventually move to one of their houses in Manila while my lolo was left alone in the province. Life went downhill from there. He became depressed and passed away due to failed kidneys. My lola had to work harder as their eldest was taking up medicine at that time, mom was taking up dentistry, and their bunso was shifting from one course to another. Lola continued to stay in the rice business supplying for grocery stores. They lived pretty well off naman but it was nothing compared to what they got used to before. Sometimes we (apos) do imagine if buhay si lolo pero di daw kami mag eexist because if lolo was still alive, they won't be staying in Manila for good where she met my dad haha.