A corned beef story
This was written in 2007 but I just chanced upon it now on Tingog.com, the story of “Pedro and some corned beef”:
As the candle was casting some light on the faces of my distant relatives that night, I saw happiness, a closeness that was heartwarming. The little girl hugging at the arms of her mother, and the mother feeding the girl with her own hands. It was a beautiful moment and a sad one at the same time. I couldn’t figure out why, every minute that I was there, my heart sank even deeper. Sorrow started to creep up, until it filled my body, as if it wanted to overflow.
It was one of the worst meals I’ve ever had, because it was a sad moment, a realization that the poor, is not some person in your neighborhood, sometimes, it can be someone in your family tree.
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