In every life, each of us all have the chance at love. It’s intrinsic for living creatures, to keep the species going, so to speak. For us humans, we were all born out of love. Supposedly, at least. And so, as symbiosis goes, we are all born to love in return. In my life not fully lived, I had a love very early in life. It was deep and special and mutual and to this day, something I treasure and remember with profound fondness. I had loving, hardworking, and highly intelligent parents. They were both working lawyers who never thought for a minute of shifting their service in government and who chose to stay in a low-paying job throughout their lives but which eventually taught us the value and priority of honesty and integrity over the accumulation of material wealth. Growing up as the youngest in a family of five children, my mother Imelda apparently needed help in maintaining house and in raising all of us. Needless to say, she hired maids and nannies some even before I was born. O...
