The year was 2012. I was fresh out of high school and had just entered the University of the Philippines Cebu. The last time I went to Leyte was five years ago (the base year is 2012) when my mother, aunt, and I along with four other Filipinos and one Japanese were stranded until past midnight at Limon on our way to Ormoc from Tanauan. Continue reading “Palo”
Palo
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