Not yet a Lola
I was spending a few days by myself in an obscure hotel in Tagaytay while waiting for my sister to pick me up for a chore that needed to be done. That not coming to light, I decided to check off the list of things that I could still do in that period of isolation. I managed to complete a scholarly task I was putting off from accomplishing for an unforgivingly, long time. So as a reward, I decided to enjoy the cool, afternoon air while waiting for my take-out dinner. While seated on the chair just outside my room, a cherubic little boy, MM, and his yaya (nanny) came up to me to say hello. It would have been a wholly delightful interruption to my reverie except for an unexpected jolt when the yaya said, "Say hello to Lola!" A thousand thought bubbles burst from my confused brain, "Was she referring to me? Is this woman calling me a grandmother? Do I look like one at all? In a panic, I fought off all the "yesses" that were pummeling m