Cho Nam

A memory I have when I was less than 10 years old was when my father would bring me to Quiapo. I don't remember why we were there but we would always have lunch at Cho Nam Panciteria. What I remember most about it was its facade. There wasn't anything extraordinary about how it looked but compared to Baliwag, Bulacan or Novaliches, Quezon City where we lived, Quiapo was very different. It was full of people and the streets were full of action.

Today, I found myself passing by Quiapo. It was time for lunch and I simply had to go to Cho Nam. It hasn't changed. But I realized that there wasn't anything special about the place after all. The food was plain. The people were indifferent. And the place was old. When I was a child, it was a special place. Maybe because it's the place where my father and I shared. He didn't bring anyone else in the family there. Or at least not that I'm aware of.

This is what I want to share with Obiwan. I want to show him places that would broaden his mind and add to his experiences. He has me as a guide to show him everything I can before he starts exploring on his own.

Good plan.