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Naming Home

Backpacking with a Book

There is a  place, beings one wants to call home.

MIGUEL AND KEITH. Kids—even how raucous they can be—always, always remind us the existence of innocence and happiness.

 

PAPA TENDING HIS AGBATIHAN (Philippine spinach). He is not a gardener, he is a farmer. I'm mighty proud of that—my childhood was enriched with stories situated on mountains, seas, dead rivers, communal streams. Both of us are arrogant. He reminds me of myself—that being said, we don't get along well.

HAPPINESS. Miguel: Akoy da, Mommy Yaya.

UDLOT. The insistence, persistence of life, beginnings, hope.

THE LANGUAGE OF INNOCENCE. Kids can't perfectly articulate words: Dodo for Lolo.

 

Jona | Backpacking with a Book

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