My family mans our booth in nearly every event the Café attends. There’s my mom, my brother, me, and my dad. We’re a constant sight at conventions.

Papu being Papu at a con

We’d all carry our things into the venue, then it’ll be up to me to arrange all the designs. I take the longest because I’m the only one who can really do it, while everyone handles customers who’d already picked from designs I would put out as fast as possible.

Lunch would come, and Papu would usually volunteer to buy food and bring it in. He’d also buy us Coca-Cola in case we’d run out of the ones we usually pack or go out with my mom to enjoy a little merienda when my brother and I can manage alone. When he wasn’t at our booth, he was mingling with our fellow exhibitors. It’d be a running joke that all our neighbors would become his buddies. More —