Growing Up with My Mother

Little toes in mother's hand

My mother came home from the field. She looks tired; scaling the contours of hills and valleys beautifully crafted by the Creator. We eagerly waited for her to arrive home. In the shady evening, we’re hoping mother would bring us something to eat. As I can fairly recalled, her shabby dress was filled with sweat. … Read more

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Broken Brain

“Dear God, my Papa’s brain is broken. He is experiencing too much pain. Please heal my dear daddy,” uttered my son in his bedtime prayer, as we were about to settle down in the bed. The next day, his subdued voice filled with emotions as he prayed, rang in my ear as I stayed home. … Read more

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Wrestle Living

Wrestling, as a game or sports, did not interests me much. For the sake of knowing the sport and in admiration of their hard work, I’d watched the game. It’s a tiresome sporting adventure but when their hard work really paid off, it can change their fortune. By definition, to wrestle is to force someone … Read more

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Messy Living

It is easier creating a mess than untangling any kind of mess. In our daily living, we messed with people either in a good or bad way. All kinds of messing are not bad; it depends on how we messed with and how often do we clean up our mess. Believe it or not, the … Read more

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