telling him that his mother named Minerva was a stone woman, a powerful American stone woman who possessed great strength and had the ability to fly. He was an ordinary Filipino man who fell in love with an extraordinary woman. He told him that his mother told him that after his twenty-first birthday he will become a powerful stone man. But as early as he was five years old, he had been shouting his name Armand so he could already fly, but he just couldn't. He even tried opening his palms strong and fast for the stones to appear, but it just didn't appear. Sometimes, he thought that his father was just making up stories so he would still feel happy even at their poverty, giving him hope that someday he will become somebody, a superhero. He took a deep breath once again, smiling a little remembering how his real father looked like when he was still alive. I am lucky I had two great fathers. Suddenly his