How to lose yourself in search of yourself

I ran into a socialite tita family friend at a posh mall recently.” The usual Manila greetings followed: beso-beso, compliments, and quick catching up. Then she said, “I’m here with my son.” I turned and saw a deeply tanned man in loose beige linen standing some paces behind his mother. “Rafa?” I asked. He smiled […]... Keep on reading: How to lose yourself in search of yourself