I like writing about my memories. Words written ring truer somehow than those spoken, and thereโs a ring of real promise to written words. For me, it's harder to tell lies in writing.
And lies can be terrible things to live with.
A woman in her early โ70โs, in a hurry to write about her memories growing up in the Philippines, and growing up, in general. Living in NY for half of her life now.
Iโm half-British, half-Filipino. Meaning I drink tea with fish and rice, say โblimeyโ, and use a โtaboโ. Follow my comedy of errors.
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