In the Philippines, we have sari-sari stores — small shops usually attached to a person’s home, selling different sorts of goods. As a child, I dreamt of having my own, but I guess this is the closest I’m ever going to come to it. Sharing different stories — sari-sari stories — most especially from my experiences and learnings as a daughter of the King of Kings, as wife of my husband King, and as mom to our three princesses. 😊
One of my kids was saying that her “Filipino friends” talk a certain way.
Me: umm Filipino ka din, anak. 😂🤦🏻♀️
One of my kids overheard my mom talking about Baclaran Day. She quickly interrupted and seriously (innocently) asked, “What’s that? Gay day?” 😂🤦🏻♀️
Gianna asked our Manang to get something in the car.
G: Dun sa porchunaire.
Me: Why are you saying it like that?
G: because that’s how Tagalog works.
😂😂😂
Phoebe's Sari-Sari Stories 