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I grew up in Baguio with my grandparents in a house they built with their sweat and love. My childhood was a happy one because of this. I later went to Manila for college but, on every available opportunity, I would go home. I have thus come to equate home with the Baguio of my childhood, my grandparents and that house where I grew up.

Recently, my grandparents died and the house I grew up in is in shambles.  Worse, Baguio is no longer what it used to be.

As I asked myself where my home has gone, I remember my grandparents and their undying love for Baguio. My grandmother lived in Baguio for ninety years while my grandfather had lived there for over seventy years. When they were alive, they would often lament about how different Baguio had become from the Baguio of their younger years.  Nevertheless, they could never conceive of living outside Baguio.  Although I cannot put a finger to it, there is just something special about Baguio that could never be diminished by the years or decay and the lack of city planning.

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