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When we were children, our elders frequently asked what we wanted to be when we grow up. Most of us wanted to become doctors, lawyers, engineers, bankers, or whatever high-paying job our precocious minds could think of.…
It has been 10 years, but I have never forgotten the short and simple story my mom told me after she attended the first birthday party of her friend’s child. It was a children’s party at a…
I dreamed of becoming a doctor when I was three. I wanted to be an architect when I was four, and when I turned five, I dreamed of becoming an artist like my father. At 22, I…
The perya of my childhood once stood on a vacant lot of overgrown weeds and grazing chickens. No fairground ride runs in it—no rollercoaster, no carousel or Ferris wheel—but, as soon as dusk falls, this patchwork of…
Details have been altered to protect patient identities.“’Tay, ’di ba sabi mo lalaban ka? ’Di ba sabi mo gagaling tayo?” I press the phone even closer to my patient’s ear. His family was on the other line,…
After four long years of being a scholar, I finally found earlier this year that my mission, aside from being a scientist for the nation, is to educate others. When I was first presented with the opportunity…
Trigger warning: mention of suicide The year was 1996. I had asked my parents for a younger sister because I wanted someone to look after. When she was born, I remember my Ate and me peeking through…
Here seated before the camera was the amalgamation of poor decision-making, lack of sympathy, and utter tomfoolery. Pointing a finger at the audience in front of him, he heaved a deep breath and proceeded to spit out…
Papa was never really good at expressing love in words, but his affection for me and my siblings was deeper than any form of pronouncements. His love came out in many ways. Sometimes, it appeared in the…
“Sabi ng tatay ko triangle, hindi tra-yang-gel. Bakit naman daw yung pineapple ang basa hindi payn-apel.”—Grade 3 me to my teacher I’d always known since childhood that my dad was my hero. My “sabi ng Tatay ko”…
Saved in my phone gallery is a video clip that runs for a minute and eight seconds. These are 68 seconds seared in my brain, playing in an endless loop inside my head during sleepless nights. In…
For over a year now, my uncle, Tito Jae, has been obsessed with cleaning. He was always somewhat of a germaphobe, but since the pandemic hit, a switch in him flipped that made his compulsive tendencies go…
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