Breakfast at McDo reminds me so much of you.

It reminds me so much of how we talked about my desire for coffee the previous night; how we thought it'd be a good idea to test out all existing coffee shops; how I suggested that we try out a particularly near coffee shop first; how we eventually agreed to meet at a cheaper fastfood chain the next day to buy me coffee, and how we both committed to waking early despite our deepest need to stay in bed longer.

It reminds me so much of how early I woke up the next day; how quickly I chose my clothes; how I hurriedly left the house, forgetting breakfast; how I told you I was on my way, when in fact, I was still getting a jeep and being picky about it.

It reminds me so much of how quickly I crossed the street to get to the designated meeting place; how, upon reaching the establishment, I saw you sitting alone in one of the tables, with your favorite earphones stuck in your ears; how upon seeing me, you took one out and smiled at me.

It reminds me so much of how I ate breakfast, with you sitting, talking, and laughing with me all the time; how you told me my bag was boring because it contained nothing interesting; how you looked me so many times in the eyes and smiled, making me feel all warm and tingly inside.

Breakfast at McDo reminds me so much of you, and how I forgot that instead of coffee, I ordered hot chocolate. :)

I had nothing to do, really. I was just sitting in front of the computer, chatting senselessly with one of my children(coughellycough), and downright bored with my ability to type. Thus, when the idea of having something to do crossed my mind, I immediately grabbed the idea and did the job.

Meet the ADIK family.

Of course, we start off with the dear head of our dysfunctional family. Ma. Kristine Karla Quero, or mom, as she'd like me to call her; the main root and cause of all this havoc. (What? You're thinking I brought about this? Tch. 'Course not.) She's a single mom, due to the fact that her husband--my dad--died sometime during one of their honeymoons. If I recall right, mom told me that they were aboard one of the biggest cruise ships, when during the second day of the trip, the ship hit an iceberg. Dad wanted to save mom, and her two new-born babies(yes, she gave birth while she was on that ship), so he let her take the lifeboat. However, mom was insistent that they should go together, and thus let some strangers in the lifeboat hold the babies, while she searched for dad. She never found dad. And when she came back to the lifeboat, it had already disappeared. Mom was forced to ride another one, and she never saw her two babies ever again.

However, back at land, mom did have us: Sheldon Walter Wong, her eldest, and the genius of the family(he invented Tekken. JOKE), and yours truly, Emiko Antonette Escovilla, the schizophrenic. As a family, we were really...bonding, I think. We had good relationships, and we(I'm not so sure of this) loved each other. Thus, when mom came back from the disaster, saying that she wanted to adopt children--she wanted to make up for the two children she lost at sea--we immediately agreed, not knowing that there was actually an age requirement for the mothers who wanted to adopt. When mom went to an orphanage, she was told she was too OLD to adopt, and thus, her dreams were shattered.

This is where my best friend/co-worker, Kevin Paredes, comes in. I told him of my family's ordeal, knowing that he had a family himself, and could easily understand my own problems. I told him how mom was growing more and more depressed with each passing day, and how Sheldon and I couldn't agree on what to do. Kevin listened...

and then he introduced a brilliant idea.

He asked me to adopt his little sister, Cristine Paola Breva. At first, I was shocked. I mean, why in the world would he ask me to do that, right??? But as he explained to me that he was financially challenged, and couldn't provide for her anymore, it all made sense. Kevin knew his little sister would've had more of a future with us, than with him. And so, I agreed. I adopted my first child, Cristine. Or Brevs, as I'd like to call her.

Mom was happy with Brevs, as was Sheldon. She was bubbly, fun, and despite her squeaky voice, had an adorable laugh. They couldn't get enough of her. So much so that after two weeks of having her, mom decided that it was time I adopt another. Of course, as a working woman, I hesitated; I doubted I'd be able to handle another one; but mom, being the spontaneous person that she was, went ahead with it without my permission. She posted an ad that said, "Wanted: Babies for Adoption" outside the door one night, and the next thing I knew, I had octuplets lined up in front of my doorstep. The one who had left them behind were nice enough to leave name tags, so I really didn't have to worry about the names. They were: Ma. Eleanor Reserva, Gea Shanine Sedayao, Alyana Ysabel Gutierrez, Arthur Davin Jr., Paolo Ungab, Louie Dubouzet, Sophia Villasfer, and Kevin Luke Mizon.

Now, I had a total of nine children.

GREAT. Curse you, mom.

Now I had to worry about finding a nanny. And a butler. But apparently, for every stroke of bad luck you have, there's always good luck just waiting to cross your path. That good luck came to me in the form of two people: Kriza Faye Calumba, who applied and immediately got hired as a nanny, and Mc Vincent Karl Nierra, now the family butler. These two people practically saved my lives; and until now, I think--or at least, I hope--they're taking good care of my children.

But wait. The story doesn't end there. Because, right after I found my nanny and my butler, I adopted another child: Shane Liane Villaluz. Now, Shane had a family, really, she did. But after seeing her perform in the musical "Phantom of the Opera" as Christine, I just had to adopt her. She sang soooooooo good. And her acting was way, way beyond superb. So, to Shane's parents who're missing her right now, I apologize, but... SHANE IS MINE. HAHAHA.

After Shane, the family just got bigger. The next child I adopted was now one from the international picture: Melissa Doctor. On a business trip to Vietnam, I saw Mel walking around the dangerous streets, wearing tattered clothes, and I couldn't help but feel that it'd be wrong to just leave her out there. Thus, I took her in, and officially made her my eleventh child.

I found my twelfth child on the way back to the Philippines. (Yes, I found him on an airplane.) Mel had to use the bathroom, and of course, since she was still young and naive, I had to accompany her. The stall was occupied when we got there, so we waited for a few minutes. Then the minutes turned to hours. And the hours turned to days. (Kidding.) But after thirty minutes, we had to wonder: why was the person inside taking so long??? So I asked the stewardess to check the bathroom, and much to our surprise, in there we found a small boy, crying for his parents. We asked him what he was doing there, and where his parents were, but all we could get from him was this: "Parents dead. Sucked into toilet bowl."; and I couldn't really ignore the fact that he was alone... so... I have Jacobo Luis Ayala now. My twelfth kid.

My thirteenth child, Diandra Lourdes Cembrano, I adopted out of kindness. Dia was the playmate of my octuplets, and well, I couldn't stand the fact that she had to go home to an orphanage everyday, right after she'd finished playing with my kids. I adopted Dia, and now, not only is she just playmates with my kids, she's also their sister. Their kind, loving, sister who apparently hates the butler. HAHAHAHA. :))

So here it is.

You have officially met the ADIK family.

Would you like to be a part of it now??? :))