By Ivy Mae De Mesa
Even tall people feel small, too.
By Bernice Pascual
I just saw another Facebook friend share a photo in admiration of a dead dictator’s presidency.
By Daniel Al B. Delfin
I distinctly remember it was raining when I found out that my mother had cancer. And I feel like it hasn’t stopped raining ever since.
By Airina April B. Desuyo
Five days a week, for eight hours, I tend to people sick in bed. As much as possible I try to make my care individualized, and I do this by knowing each patient’s history, befriending their watchers, memorizing what time of the day their blood pressure shoots up, and mastering how they want their medication administered, among many others.
By Carlisle Naudyn T. Caroro
I remember myself three and a half feet tall, with black shoulder-level hair, young and beautiful eyes, and a naive smile that wonderfully painted happiness.