By Anna Bocar
On July 28, 1993, I lost my beloved daughter Ivy. She was two months short of three and the younger sister of Analou, who had just turned nine. They had gone to the house of my cousin Bernardo to play with his baby. Bernardo had just arrived in our place in Mindanao from Cebu and was drinking with some friends. When my children arrived he was already drunk and possibly under the influence of illegal drugs also. He was showing a gun he had brought with him to his buddies.