Lola Rosy is that one person I fear of when I was a child. She has this kontrabida Cherrie Gil vibe that makes me very uncomfortable. Her white permed hair tells me she's someone above everyone in the neighborhood and she's more than just my grandmother; she's a health worker rockstar and the wife of the barangay captain (My Lolo). Lola Elsa is the opposite. She has the smell of baby powder, gas, and wood that obviously came from relentlessly scrubbing our wooden floor. She hates bugs and mites and she makes the best smelling sinangag ever. Tita Merly, is my ever caring and youthful lola. She doesn't want to be tagged as Lola thus the word Tita. Well, she deserves all the rights to that because of her undeniably YOLO vibe. I remember seeing her face glow as she swings her hips and dance to the groove of pop music back when we used to have family reunions. Growing up with my grandmothers made me a "Lola's Boy". I remember how I give them headache's and heartaches from stealing money, my cousin's toys, and ulam (oh that pritong galunggong), hiding inside the cabinet and messing the clothes, escaping the house premise during their forbidden time, keeping a snake, taking care of frogs, skipping elementary, and much more. I may not be their favorite apo, but what can they do? They've no choice but to take care of me back then. Now that I've grown up, I don't know how I can turn back the favor.  If only I have a magical wand that can give them back their youth, I would, but all I have now is this situation.