“I can’t stand this indecision, married with a lack of vision, everybody wants to rule the world.”
Once upon a time, in a tropical archipelago far away (just how far, depends on your geographical location), there was a young indio bravo from a distinguished family. Despite being misbranded as a black sheep, this adolescent boy won the heart of a beautiful provincial maiden. Gale, the daughter of a locally celebrated songstress and a grand British Marshall, was a Cinderella of sorts, who would have become a Carmelite nun, had she not fallen for the charms of the Taurus José.
Their romance blossomed, and eventually, a pregnancy curtailed José’s summer expedition in the English capital of a certain united kingdom. Our still teenage couple were gifted with Melanie, their dearly treasured firstborn, who they affectionately called Mahal, the Tagalog word for love and costly things.
Meanwhile, Proclamation № 1081 swept the Philippine islands, a curse that transformed the president into a dictator, who ruled ‘The New Society’ with military terrorism. It was an oppressive dangerous nation, riddled with student protests, political arrests and disappearances. Jose and Gale, were trying for a second child, but there would be no bundle from any stork species for seven years.
However, in the final days of the Chinese year of the goat/sheep/ram, a second daughter arrived. The baby was born ‘in the caul’ and according to folklore, this was a sign of good luck. Charlemagne, Napoleon and Albert Einstein were allegedly also caulbearers. She was anointed Regina.
This little girl migrated to the UK on the day of Queen Elizabeth II’s birthday. Several years later, she would meet England’s monarch in the flesh at Buckingham Palace.