I'm a writer when I'm writing | Filipina
They built a small house
sturdy for the last twenty or so years.
No cardboard walls or tires to hold the roof down, no;
they built a stone house, it’s the color of my childhood.
Envy toward the native speakers of this language has been damaging ever since they tore through my motherland one century ago. Their thoughts have always been in this code, so they sew words together naturally, and create coherence between abstract…