REINALYN M. TERRADO

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I could still hear the singing and belly laughs from our neighbor’s family gathering. It was Christmas Eve, December of 1995. And as expected, people were in festive mood. I was peeking from a crevice that used to be a bedroom door. The bedroom that the door used to separate…

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It was in the backyard standing 20-foot tall. “Do you see that? Two years ago, that tree was but a small plant. Look at it now; it is strong, tall and with giant roots. We would be like that one day.” My sister put the broom between her legs, freeing…