two nights ago, while Paolo and i were reviewing for his Christian Living exam, out of the blue, he voiced out, "you know, ma, i really really want to be a saint."
i was touched and delighted, of course. "sure you can, palangga (Ilonggo for "dearest one"). you're already a good, smart boy with a good heart. all you need to do is to grow up and share your blessings with others!"
paolo frowns, "but ma, how can i??? it's so crowded already!"
i was confused, "what's crowded, 'langga-- heaven?"
"no, ma, the calendar! how can i still get my name in there???"