This past weekend, I worked at home for a project implementation. In between work sessions I managed to start a drawing, a tribute to my brothers. I have been looking at my brother Ernesto's photographs of plants and flowers. I hope he likes this and won't complain that I put him and Nonoy Danny in the middle of the garden. My brother Daniel is actually a plant lover and quite a gardener. While I have never seen Ernesto plant anything, he loves to take photographs of plants and flowers and read in the garden. This is my tribute to my brothers.
I broke my brother ukulele once. I don't think I will ever forget that, nor forgive myself. They are both engineers. My brothers never complain about me. They are peaceful men who read a lot. They never criticize me. They only smile at the things I do. Ernesto and I discuss a lot of politics and religion. We argue a lot. I love my brothers. I am so proud of them.