In the eyes of my fellow Pinays and Pinoys, I am the lucky one. My exotic beauty has won me a handsome foreigner husband.
Well, I am not complaining that they perceive such. I don't tend to get defensive.
I am lucky. Indeed. Not because he is handsome (well, he is handsome!). Not because foreigner husbands are loaded with moolah (well, not so much!) Not because size matters (well, no comment!)
I am lucky because I married a family man. A husband who was brought up by principled men who value hard work and integrity the most. His grandfather, uncles and father set the best example for him to treat women like how they deserve to be treated - up there in the pedestal (while doing house chores) and waiting for them to bring the bread with bacon (or just plain bread) - figure of speech of course.
|this machine is older than me and my husband - the source of life - hard work and perseverance pays!|
|the machine, the grandfather, the grandson and the daughter-in-law|
|4 generations of Turks including Kerim|
And my husband is all that - responsible, family man, hard working with high integrity. Our family could not go wrong with these values.
Oh yes, my exotic beauty is very lucky.