I didn’t realize Dante Basco was Filipino. I know this sounds weird but I really didn’t. I pride myself on being able to recognize Filipinos. And also the fact that Dante Basco was a really important figure in my childhood blows my mind. ALL THIS TIME I HAD A FILIPINO ROLE MODEL AND I DIDN’T REALIZE IT.
AMAZING.
I have a lot of feelings about the book. It was kind of a depressing read. Probably because it hit too close to home for me. Especially the talks about intergenerational trauma, the sisters’ decisions and personalities, and the tumultuous relationships between parents and child. I really let the stuff in there get to me. But I also have a bad habit of getting sucked up other’s sadness (I’m Hannah lol). I think when that happens I lose sight of my goals and get sidetracked. I just have to remember that I got other stuff in my life that’s good.
