I miss my grandmother’s voice, telling me about her orchids and stories about my father as a little boy. I can still hear her asking
Category: Existentialism
Love Note from Beyond
In my sorrow, I looked at her plants, talked to them like my grandmother did to hers, and realized that one of the flaming torches had flowered… I have been sent a love note from beyond.
The Grainy Gift
I received the gift of abundance by way of rice, and the gift of presence
Rebellious Escapade
Ever have one of those days when you felt as though the world was caving in and dragging you with it? … I got back into the car and decided to chase the sunset over the rice fields of Bulacan
Messenger Sparrows
One little sparrow tapped on my window, looking in hopefully. I smiled and knew Mommy and Daddy had sent me a little love note to cheer me up.
The Oven Is Cold
Baking for myself seems rather pointless and makes me feel even lonelier than ever
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