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- الانزلاق: 1
- After the burial, our relatives left—and they took almost everything with them, even our food supplies. The audacity. Our home became empty: lonely, dark, and full of crying. We hugged Mama tightly. She was only 33 when she became a widow.
- Wala man lay simpatiya
- wala ko kabalo asa ko paingon
- let's go Jean
- hehe yes papa
- Adto na mo kol?
- الانزلاق: 2
- Shew is a mess
- i don't know how to heal from this
- My kida are still young
- i don't know where to begin
- We couldn’t recover from that downfall quickly. It took time. Weeks passed, and Mama became a drunkard because she couldn’t accept that Papa was gone. Her mind was filled with chaos. She no longer cared for us. My little brother and I were left unaided, scattered, surviving on our own
- الانزلاق: 3
- Eventually, Mama went to Manila to find work. There, she experienced how harsh people could be. My brother, who was only two years older than me, worked as a carwash boy at a depot in Panacan. My eldest sister became a yaya. My second sister wandered around, trying to find a place to stay. And I—at six years old—learned how to take care of my little brother, who was only two. We ate scraps. Sometimes, we ate at our neighbors’ house when they saw we had nothing.
- This is for the better
- it is time be strong.. don't cry, don't cry
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لا توجد تنزيلات ولا بطاقة ائتمان ولا حاجة إلى تسجيل الدخول للمحاولة!
