Call me Morbid, but my Filipino family loved being scared at the Haunted Mansion. This one goes out to Auntie Aida: I loved watching you imitate this spook.
In his scene, it seems she is talking to us, the living, asking us to return to the realm of the dead. Now that I’m inclined toward the idea of re-incarnating energy, what if she’s actually bidding the dead to return to life? In retrospect she got one thing right, we did hurry.
Gone are the long days spent at Disneyland with my extended family anxiously agreeing to meet at the Matterhorn at 12:00 for lunch and scampering off with my cousins to explore Disneyland on our own, without our parents. I’ll always remember hearing about the antics of the Texan-Filipino family (Mitch, Mark, and Miles) and fearing I’d be implicated in their ketchup packet misdeeds.