Third World Problems

Some years ago, I handed half of my salary to my mother. I am single, have the highest-paying job among my working, familied older siblings. And culture dictates, it is my responsibility to help my parents and younger siblings. A year or two had passed; the half became a quarter because places around the Philippines left me more curious and held me captive of their sheer beauty. There were months I did not give anything to Mama except hugs. Because traveling around the Philippines became traveling around ASEAN. I am frowned upon by neighbors and relatives for having this stand. It […]