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Purpose, eggs, and table salt

The evening descended over our narrow, silent kitchen. It was past midnight when I thought of fancying myself with calamansi-flavored…

The train howled: Its screeching sang in my ears. Blurred by blitzing traffic, the months in which I wandered Taft…

It’s my job to make my parents their “breakfast” at midnight. It is the middle of the pandemic, and my…