Folklores and some back story....on how I met the first love of my life. Whew!😅
Growing up, I was named as "Balay-Balayon" or someone who feels uneasy in other people's homes, preferring to be in my own house. Part of being an introvert, maybe. While my younger siblings had no problem sleeping over at our relatives' home, I, on the other hand, would cry all night until somebody took me back home, nevermind if it was in the middle of the night. It always happened during a sleepover. I just couldn't be away from home because I easily miss my parents. My designated sleeping spot was always next to my father, under his armpit. I knew he would leave the spot to lay next to my mother if I am confirmed asleep but making me sleep had to be like that or I wouldn't be able to sleep the entire night. This continued until my mid-teens when I had to leave home to attend college in the city. It was the start of a huge challenge!
