By Neal H. Cruz
A year after my mother died, my father Pablo started looking for a new wife.
By Val Amiel Vestil
Today, I met my dad for the first time in my life. And the experience was underwhelming.
By Joey Tabula
“What else is the help of medicine than love?”—Paracelsus
By Daniela Isabelle Lopez Dinopol
Who is the most influential person in your life? Without any hesitation, I will say that mine is my Mom (Dada, please don’t get jealous, I equally love you). You see, the way I think, talk and act is mostly influenced by her, considering how close we are to each other. My Mom can read me like a book; she knows when I’m happy or sad, angry or not, and yes, good or bad.
By Carmelita Datu Yosuico
I was a child of an era where there was much to be desired in parenting. When I cried, nobody asked why, and what I heard was, “Nakakahiya (Shameful).” I was loved, but what made me cry did not matter. I would dry my eyes with the back of my hands because it was nakakahiya. I must not bring shame. I felt loved, I trusted completely, and I obeyed blindly. I was yesterday’s child.