While @ Starbucks

My daughter and I came from a forum about studying the indigenous people’s ways on predicting a disaster in the offing. Decided to sip cappucinno at Starbucks, for a little relaxation before hopping to another consultation at the university.

By way of habit, I browse through the pages of my favorite daily, the Philippine Daily Inquirer. Not really to read, for most of the issues have been reported on television and radio. I was only going through the titles and a byline caught my eye. Hmmm, someone shares my daughter’s name. When I focused, gosh, it is my daughter’s name. Ha ha.

I immediately told the man on the next table. And he smiled at my ecstatic jubilation (if this sounds redundant, no no, this is my hyperbolic reaction to something totally unexpected). Told the man to watch our cellphones charging, and went to Jean in queue for our coffee. She looked me with concern, her phone and bag left unguarded, but when I showed her the newspaper, she was surprised, too. And placed her order.

Here’s her first published article, on the Philippine Daily Inquirer’s Youngblood.