Day 191

She was red and livid, shouting at an empty space on the ground. Her redness spread throughout her body and was made more visible around her neck and chest where her sleeve had fallen off her shoulder. She stabbed the air with a walis ting-ting, all points of the stiff broom jabbing the invisible.

You don’t know where she hails from or where she’s going, but right now she was at a sidewalk in Panay Avenue in Quezon City crying “Hindi pa ba sapat?” Is it not enough?