growing up with my parents

I was going through some photos I’ve taken with my digicam when I realized I went out with my parents simultaneously last week. In an earlier series of photos, I had shots of the National Museum. I already visited it twice — once with my sister around the pandemic and another time with my friends (also around the pandemic) — but it was my dad’s first time in a long time. I don’t think he has ever really gone out since he decided to stay for good after spending about a decade abroad. The last time he was there, he said, was way back in high school. He was very excited to see the Spoliarium again. We hopped through all three museums (Natural History, Anthropology, and Fine Arts) albeit too slowly, because we spent a lot of time trying to figure out what each piece meant. In the first exhibition, we kept asking my Fine Arts student younger sister what each piece meant. To which they answered, “I can explain the technicalities, but you too can figure out what feelings the art evokes from…