By Justine C. Tajonera
Somewhere in Xiamen I have great grand
aunts and uncles. And down south in
Cagayan of gold, I have many cousins.
I imagine the story of centuries, of decades,
of families, of a young man and a young
woman who meet in Manticao, in Davao,
in Guadalupe, Cebu. I think of a girl,
long ago, who fell in love with a boy
of whom her parents disapproved. She
married the man who wooed her mother
and broke out in hives on her wedding day.
She packed up her life, years later, and
left the sugarcane fields with two babies
in her arms. She lived out of a garage
and bitterly warded off unwelcome
advances from wolves in men's skins.
Why is this story so important? Don't
ask. Every morning we write a story.
It's as long as a novel or short as a
mantra. It's as old and as young as the
stars. Listen. Once upon a time...