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Everyday Stories, Lived

Relationships

  • Sikwate mornings

    Since I returned from the metro after a weekend recharge at home with our families, I decided to read one chapter daily from a book I bought before our flight back to Manila. And mornings aren’t complete without a hot cup of sikwate which reminds me of childhood and family. I also fried the saba… Read more

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  • Late-night musings #19

    We can teach children gratitude and gratitude is something one can learn. But giving something you don’t have is challenging because gratitude flows from a grateful heart. Read more

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  • Becoming an accountability partner

    How refreshing it is to refresh others. Because today, I experienced how lifting others becomes a rewarding pursuit. May we keep extending our arms to help, especially when we are (still) able. Read more

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  • What it feels like to grow up without a father

    Death confronted me when I was four years old.  I didn’t know what death or absence was until I learned I do not have what others do—a father. From the wide eyes of a child, I began to see families with mothers and fathers, and then I started to wonder why I don’t have somebody… Read more

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  • Having somebody to share the yoke with

    While folding laundry, I smiled, thinking about how nice it is to be married. At the moment, I couldn’t specify why, but at the top of my head is the experience of having somebody to share the yoke with. While I am folding all these clothes, I don’t think about what to cook because my… Read more

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  • Late-night musings #17

    I thought about all the things I do that will eventually won’t matter anything to anyone. But, doing them at the right moment is important, like planting seeds that grow into trees that yield fruits and benefit others eventually. Read more

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  • Late-night musings #16

    Beginnings remind me of goodbyes and endings because I’ve lived life long enough to know that—an inescapable cycle. And my heart swells with every goodbye—the same as what I feel after reading a highly engaging long story—preparing a room to breathe before that final bid of farewell and an exchange of “I miss yous.” Because… Read more

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