Everytime I saw a potatoes, it reminds me of the love ofy mother. We always had it in the farm when she was still alive. We didn't buy it and we had in abundance of all kimds of vegetable. She was gone two years ago but everytime I wemt home, I really missed the day with my mother and father. My father just three months ago and we have no farm anymore. No one is working in the farm and the legacy of our parents are buried with them. A family is not complete without them but I am still grateful for their true love to each other and for us. They live 50 years together and that considered great compared to many other family.
The sweet potatoes made our bones and we grew because of this. Jist missingy Nanay!
Hive On!
