November 15, 2020
When I’m old I imagine I’d be like my grandaunt, hunched over a candle, deep in supplication. At night I will be picking dama de noche from the nearby street and in the early morning I will be at the church plaza, talking with puto bumbong/bibingka sellers about the weather. It will be Christmas season all year round when I’m old, yes, of course. Because what is time, really? “And it came to me then, that every plan, is a tiny prayer to Father Time.” What Sarah Said – DCFC. This line always gets me. Makes me cry. Hunched. Humble. Grateful.