They tell me, “Magaling ka naman,” as if it’s a gift, not a weight, as if every compliment they hand me doesn’t turn into another plate I have to keep...Read more

Nothing hurts more than hearing my own mother fragile from her fall, voice trembling like thin glass ask about Lola as if time never took her away. S...Read more

I saw them earlier a little girl and her grandmother, the two of them laughing softly, as sunlight slipped between them. A snack in her tiny hands, a...Read more