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The Gift of My Father from the book, The Laughter of My Father by Carlos Bulosan My uncle Sergio had three sons, who had all left the Philippines for other parts of the world by the time Father had moved Mother and us children from his farm on the island of Luzon into the town where Uncle Sergio lived. I was six years old when the move took place. I did not know where my uncle Serigo's two older sons were living, but I did know that the youngest had gone to America and was in business there as a building contractor, in California. His name was Poltron and he was fair of complexion, and before he left home he used to strut about the town like a peacock. One day Father and I were coming home from a wedding when we saw many people in the year of my uncle Sergio's house, which was a block away from our house. A big automobile was parked in the street and the house was bright with oil lamps and lanterns. It was one of those dark Philippine nights. We stood under a tree, watching. I saw my uncle coming down the wooden ladder of his house with a flashlight in his hand. He stood in the yard, talking to the people. He was a gambler by profession, and most gamblers in our province had big houses and lived more luxuriously than those who worked hard for a living. Uncle Sergio's flashlight was new, and he kept flashing it at random against the house and among the coconut trees, as if he were enchanted by a marvelous new toy.
Approximate Word count = 1051
Approximate Pages = 4.2
(250 words per page double spaced)
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