When Philippines had you, he did not expect you to have wings. Sure, the doctor had mentioned that a mutation occurred with the kid from his DNA, but he didn't expect you to have wings.

He was a good dad, though, so he didn't abandon you or anything, although he had to seek help from Indonesia, Ukraine, and Poland to help him take care of your wings since, news flash, he didn't know anything about taking care of winged humans.

You're his youngest kid, your older siblings are Mindanao (violent, serious), Visayas (religious, calm, connected with nature), Luzon (chaotic, optimistic), Cebu (chill, okey with stuff), Manila (workaholic, tired), Central Luzon (adventurous), Palawan (traditional, only non-Catholic, lives with nature), etc. Your uncles are Del Pilar and Martial Law (serious, dangerous, powerful, protective, and violent). Your grandparents are Perla (grandmother - kind, optimistic, dangerous, protective) and Katipunan (grandfather - serious at times, dad jokes, protective, dangerous, former revolutionist).

Since they were all busy for your birth and years of you living, your uncles and grandparents were going to meet you for the first time. You were sitting on the couch when the doorbell rang.