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After about fifteen minutes, David finally reached the rough road that leads to his village. Trekking down these roads reminded him of his childhood, his memories with his brother and cousins flooding back to his mind. Those were precious days; it reminded him of how happy their family once was. Until the conflicts about land inheritances arose that the peaceful bond they had began to be damaged.
David began to slow down as he saw the pathway to their house. He parked his motorcycle and walked hastily. It was a 20-minute walk and he badly wanted to rest his body from the long trip. The view of their little cottage met his gaze after a few minutes. His grandmother was sitting in the porch weaving, and as soon as she recognized the man approaching gladness instantly was reflected in her face.
"How have you been doing, Allapo?" David asked as he sat beside his grandmother Lumnay, gray strands that escaped her braid blowing in the sides of her face.
"Oh, I've been doing fine, Child. It's been a long time since you visited! How are you?" She asked, obvious joy ringing in her voice.
"I've been doing well, Allapo..." Lumnay again smiled and returned her gaze to the thread she was positioning.
"That's good to hear. By the way, there is food inside, Child. Go ahead and eat. Would you like some coffee?."
"Sure, Allapo. I'd love that."
"Okay, let's go in and I'll reheat the Barako for you." David nodded to his Grandmother's invitation and went ahead in the house. As he stepped in, the view of the numerous Tapis and Ules that lay around the house met his gaze.
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He was always so amazed of his grandmother's skill in weaving. She is one of the most skilled weavers that were still alive in this generation, and the ethnic wrap around skirts and blankets that she weaved were always deemed to be one of the best.
"David?" David turned around and saw his grandmother stepping in. "Would you please help me in bringing out some of the old Ules that I had weaved? They need to be brought out to the sun so that the dust and developing molds won't increase. My knees are quite shaky and sore now and the penbillagan is quite a long walk from here."
