When love speaks without saying a word
Some love never rush to declare themselves. They settle quietly into routines, tucked inside gestures so ordinary they almost go...
My father: leader, farmer, advocate
The day I was born, my father rushed out to buy a newspaper, a tangible tribute of my arrival in...
My finest treasure
This story originally appeared in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on November 1, 2005. All throughout my childhood years, my father...
A silent love
Birthdays are markers of time, moments for reflection, celebration, and often, humble displays of the small gestures that remind us...
Lovely as a ‘3’
I look like my father, this earned me a special place in his heart, so I was able to get...
Finding father
This story originally appeared in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on June 22, 2010. In the awkward summer before high school,...
Road to recovery
My father died on New Year’s Day. It was almost 12 years ago, and it’s a wonder I can still...