Jaeger
I was born… … in Sibuyan Island, On a warm, windy Wednesday evening. The Chicks clucked, cheeped, and crowed. Cicadas pulsated to crescendo.
Glimpses On Life & Music.
Memoirs and songs.
Memoirs and songs.
I was born… … in Sibuyan Island, On a warm, windy Wednesday evening. The Chicks clucked, cheeped, and crowed. Cicadas pulsated to crescendo.
For most of my life, I had wanted to be a priest. But didn’t become one. I remember when my grade three teacher in España, Sibuyan Island, Romblon, Mrs. Roldan, asked us to write down what we would like to become someday. In the dimly lit […]
Memoir
