Memoirs and songs.
It was dawn, and morning came early in Sibuyan Island. There was no electricity in those days, so the room was lit with homemade kerosene lamp made of used Lady’s Choice jars with a burning wick cloth. Imagine, it was 1986. The cacophony of clanging […]
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
