Pressing my head against the window to hear the
faint sound of my mom's favorite song playing from a jeepney's stereo. The
light turns green and cars start to move. I try to find the voice in the noise
and continue the words in my head as the music is drowned by the brooms.
Following with my stare two people walking. His
one arm carries a pink backpack, the other is over the shoulders of a little
girl. She wears a PE uniform - it's a Friday. He stays on the danger side.
She's safe on his side. I want to cry because I cannot remember when I last
felt the assuring safety of being with a brother.
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