Mama Flor is more than an auntie to me — she has been my mother from the very beginning until the very end. She supported me and my family financially, emotionally, and spiritually. A big part of who I am today was shaped by her love, guidance, and supports. She loved me as if I were her own child, and I loved her as my own mother.
She was compassionate, generous and incredibly soft-hearted. Some of my best memories are the times when she came home to the Philippines. Before her arrival, dozens of balikbayan boxes would arrive first, and the most exciting moment was opening them together. Everyone — even the youngest member of the family — always had a share.
Whenever she came home, our house would be full of reunions, laughter, and visitors coming and going. And no one ever left empty-handed. Whether it was Spam, sausages, coffee, creamer, sugar, clothes, or other thoughtful gifts, she always made sure everyone received something.
I remember how generous she was with everyone around us. Whenever vendors passed by our house selling fruits, vegetables, fish, meat, or even ice cream, she would buy everything that the vendors could go home early. Then she would distribute everything to every household in our compound. That was the kind of person she was — someone whose kindness overflowed to everyone around her.
Mama Flor’s love was felt deeply by so many people. Her generosity, warmth, and presence made our home happier and our family closer. I will forever be grateful for the love she gave us and for the countless memories she left behind. She will always be the Mama Flor that we all love dearly.