Because all paths to self-discovery mandates a thorough peek at one’s beginnings and what better way to start if all off than a retelling of my mother’s life? My family and I, we live pretty well off. Well, in Pinoy standards we do. We live in one of those posh villages down south (although it’s no Ayala Alabang, I tell you) in one of those cookie cutter suburban houses with the picket fence and the dogs in the yard. It’s a comfortable way of living, something that I’ve always accredited to the talents of my father. But apparently I was…