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By Randy David
In the small neighborhood on the UP campus where I live, I often see a young boy in a wheelchair breeze past my house.
By John A. Parica
After barely four months in my latest job and more than a decade of protracted overseas employment I headed home for good, just in time to be with my family to celebrate the coming of the New Year. For every overseas Filipino worker, especially those married, there is no better time to come home than special times like the yearend holidays.
By Ramon Farolan
For the first time in many, many years, our family was complete for the Christmas holidays. All three grandchildren were in town with two from Chicago—and I was reminded of the saying that “grandchildren are the dots that connect the lines from generation to generation.” As Mary H. Waldrip put it: “They are God’s way [...]
By Rina Jimenez-David
Christmas is always special, but this year’s celebration will be extra special because, at least for my family, it will be a homecoming of sorts.
By Nicholette Legaspi
When I was a child, I wanted to see snow fall in December, like all the Christmas songs say it does. I wanted to see a winter wonderland, to experience lovely weather for a sleigh ride.
By Mari Colinares
When my brothers and I were young, we called this house the “Other House.” As a child, I walked with dad and measured its distance from our own house and concluded that it was merely 100 steps away. It was nice having my grandparents so near us; it was nice going over there to play by the beach.
By Frances Grace Damazo
Our new house is haunted. But no, this is not a horror story. Just this year my uncle and my dad were able to build my 92-year-old grandmother’s dream house. For the longest time, she and my aunt, who has cerebral palsy, were living in a shanty, the house where my dad and his siblings grew up. It was a hard life. When she was widowed, my grandmother became the family breadwinner. She worked so hard to put her children through school that she lost her right arm in the process. She also had to tend to my aunt.
By Delilah Mirabal
Purga, thanks for everything. I’m sorry it took me two years to say these words. But I will make it up to you, and tell you what’s going on here after they took you away two years ago.
By Chiara U. Mesiona
One of the scariest things I have ever pushed myself to do is sit my father down and ask him to let me move out of his house and into an apartment with my best friend. It wasn’t the living-on-my-own part that frightened me; rather, it was the potentially catastrophic, volcanic eruption of anger and disappointment from him.
By Rina Jimenez-David
My mother’s youngest sibling, Dr. Ted Braganza, passed away Sept. 22 in his nursing home in Virginia. He was 88 years old.
By Breanne Araula
At a very young age, I learned that you have to be your own hero. It’s a lesson you can only learn when you have been hurt too many times. When we are little, our parents are our heroes. We run to them when we get a wound, and we always feel better after a kiss. But for me, this was not the case. My parents had me when they were both 20 years old, and to them, I was the sole reason their dreams had to wait. I was the obstacle, the hindrance to their success.
By Angela Gabrielle Fabunan
I know how it feels to be unwanted. I was unwanted from birth, rejected by my birth parents. My adoptive parents took pity on me and I ended up in their arms for life.