MEMOIR

The jeepney ride through the mountains of Sagada was loud, bumpy, and strangely comforting. I clung to the rail and to the feeling that I was finally somewhere I didn’t need to explain myself.

In Bali, I watched the sun melt into the sea while a stranger taught me how to say “thank you” in three languages. That moment reminded me how kindness travels faster than planes.

I stood barefoot on a rice terrace in Banaue, surrounded by fog and silence. It felt like the earth was holding its breath—and for once, I did too.

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