March 6, 2014

Sun.Star | The Wind Beneath Amihan Boy’s Feet at Dahican

THREE boys gazed at the crepitating fire licking the bottom of the sooty caldero. Their yawns competed with the sea’s audible snores 20 meters away. With nothing much to do but wait, they fed the fire with more wood for the water to come to a boil faster. Before they could join the rest at the beach, before the sun cracked the morning sky open, they must prepare everyone’s breakfast of rice and noodles doused in two liters of water. I could hear Winston, a guy in his early 30s whom the boys considered their tatay, calling out the names […]