How I Talk to My Mother
We share a weakening grasp on a native language, and this is something that ties us together.
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A homecoming could happen across many continents. It was not a physical place, but a family’s embrace.
Papa left the summer I turned eight. The emotional toll of a wife who blamed him was too much to carry along with the burden of repatriating thousands of Filipino citizens.