He used to sell his bl00d so I could stay in school. Yet when he came to me years later asking for money, now that I earned ₱100,000 a month, I refused to give him even a single peso.
When I got accepted to college, all I had was an admissions letter and a dream of escaping poverty. Our life was so difficult that whenever we had meat on the table, the neighbors would know.
My mother passed away when I was ten, and my biological father had vanished long before that. The man who took me in wasn’t related by bl00d – he was my mother’s old friend, a tricycle driver living in a tiny room by the river.
