It’s drizzling on a Monday and I’m riding at the back of a motorcycle together with my sister, it’s headlight is severely damaged. This time, the driver slash tour guide is no stranger to me. He is my biological father and he is taking us to his homeland. He was wearing a broken helmet as we weaved our way to a secluded barrio.
The sky is getting darker,and I felt it’s sadness. On the other side of the mountain, (more…)
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