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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...

In my 17 years of existence, I have embodied several roles as an individual. I’ve been an obedient son to...

For a woman whose face I have, I can’t seem to remember what my mother looks like. The most I...

When I was in elementary and high school, one of the biggest questions that we needed to answer come January...

I found myself in tears again as I was reading, very belatedly, the Youngblood article “Ok luv u” by Marrian...

Coming home used to excite me. My father would wait right outside the arrivals area. I made a game out...

I was not exactly surprised when my parents gave me a vacation in Bacolod as my graduation gift.

When I was a girl, I thought the world of my dad. We lived in a pink house with overgrown...

It had been 13 years since my mom left to work in Albania as an overseas Filipino worker (OFW). Before,...

this story originally appeared in the philippine daily inquirer on August 21, 2003. Is this normal? Am I insane? I’ve...