Growing up, I used to attend mass with my family every Sunday, and this was the only place we'd go to, maybe later out of habit, but really because it was the only one of its kind. Mary The Queen Parish is easily one of the most charming churches in the metro; with such a light neighborhood feel, embraced by decades-old trees and breezy surroundings; with its seemingly tiny look; simple, clean, undated, serene, its no surprise that people flock this most lovely of churches. It is one of the very few places where I enjoy hot, but breezy, quiet and bright summer Sunday mornings, maybe even more than I do the beach. It is one of the very few places too, where I enjoy attending "simbang gabi" in the wee hours of the morning, with the choir filling the air with familiar heavenly melodies and Christmas carols, with the cool and sometimes freezing whiffs of wind whispering in my ear while I'm seated outside with the many who just made it in the nick of time. But what keeps me coming back are the people; where everyone seems to be so familiar, so friendly and welcoming, year in and year out. Growing up, I may not have lived in a village with familiar neighbors to interact with, but I have this place to look back to and say, yeah, it wasn't so bad growing up. read more