


Selflessness and Pizza
My Kuya, the Selfless Sibling “Kuya, can I trade with you? Two of my garlic and cheese pizza slices, for one slice of yours.” I watched as my older brother, Paolo, scratched his head and looked wistfully at his beloved slice. It was full of meat, onions, ham, and...
Families Are Beautiful
No matter what I do, I cannot change the fact that I was born to my parents. I inherited my moon eyes and zipper-like lips from my father, and my strange eyebrows (with one end growing upward) from my mother. I cannot change the fact that I have tendencies I picked up...
Why am I alive?
It’s important that we allow ourselves to explore this question. After all, if we have approximately 70 years of life here on earth (depending, really, on when God plans to take us home), then we should know our purpose. I remember struggling to make sense of why life...