I don’t know why she keeps doing that, it’s not like it won’t happen again.
The life of an albularyo is never glamorous, but when you are called, there is little choice.
I always regretted asking him why.
“Can you check under my bed?”
No amount of tears could stop what was set in motion.
She was sleeping on some dirty newspapers and there was a puppy lying next to her.
I was beautiful once.
Again, she is late and again, her husband sighs.
The old woman hears the sound from her bedroom and her heart drops.
There would always be the whispers.