Pieces of grief
Throughout my life, death was merely an idea—an unfamiliar concept that floated far away in the depths of my consciousness....
The weight of grief
The night my Lolo Eddie died, I made an excuse that I had to buy a watch just so I...
Motherhood is a choice
I was the first on my father’s side of the family. The first granddaughter, the first daughter, the first little...
For my mother’s sake
TW: Suicide and depressionMy mom would usually avoid talking about death, she hates it, she fears death, and she will...
My big, broken mansion
I lived in a large mansion in Quezon City. At the house’s exterior, you’d be greeted by a tall, three-story...
Brothers
In my 17 years of existence, I have embodied several roles as an individual. I’ve been an obedient son to...
Song for Maria
For a woman whose face I have, I can’t seem to remember what my mother looks like. The most I...
What is ‘noche buena’ like?
When I was in elementary and high school, one of the biggest questions that we needed to answer come January...
Still in mourning
I found myself in tears again as I was reading, very belatedly, the Youngblood article “Ok luv u” by Marrian...
Adult orphan
Coming home used to excite me. My father would wait right outside the arrivals area. I made a game out...
