If mothers had colors

Mama mo, blue!” “Mama mo, pink!” I heard two children teasing each other outside our small sari-sari store. They were playing pogs, laughing as they argued about the colors of their mothers. Their banter was lighthearted, as light as the narra blossoms drifting to the ground and dancing with the afternoon breeze. I had been […]... Keep on reading: If mothers had colors