A Home Built from Love and Memories
Having a big, close-knit family inspired me to build this home — a place where laughter echoes, and there’s always room to gather and belong.
People often ask why I share my home. I say, why not? I grew up sleeping on straw mats, eight siblings sharing one toilet, no bedroom of my own. I learned early that joy grows best when shared. Today, I open my doors with gratitude, remembering what it’s like to have just the basics and still feel rich in love.
For nearly three decades, I’ve helped others find homes as a real estate agent, while nurturing my own family of 31. I love dancing under the moonlight, breathing in the scent of roses, gardenias, camias, and herbs in my garden. As children, we could only play outside on full-moon nights — perhaps that’s why I still hold those nights sacred.
You’ll notice my love for nature everywhere — the living plants in every corner, the young fruit trees in the backyard. Gardening centers me; it’s my quiet prayer to the earth.
Music fills this home too. I was a teenager in the ’80s, and my heart still beats to its rhythm. I can only play one piece — Vera’s Theme — by ear. The Yamaha baby grand once played itself, but even without its gadget, it still sings beautifully to those who can.
Travel is another passion. Paris calls to me endlessly — its food, art, language, the Eiffel Tower, Versailles, and the River Seine awaken my romantic spirit. It’s also dear to me because Médecins Sans Frontières, a French organization, was the last to leave my hometown of Guiuan, Eastern Samar, after Typhoon Haiyan’s devastation.
My husband and I moved into the 1,600 additional dwelling unit. You’ll have the main house all to yourself — peaceful, private, and filled with warmth. Unless you need us, you’ll be left to simply enjoy and make it your own.
This home carries stories of family, gratitude, and joy — and if you stay here, I hope you feel that love woven into every corner.
