
By me, for you
by ALYANNA YSABEL SACRAMENTO
THE SCORCHING heat of the afternoon is enough to make Josephine feel sick throughout her shift, the knotted ends of her pamaypay almost wearing out. It is only a little over the afternoon, but her bones are starting to feel like they could melt and dissipate.
“Okay ka lang dyan? Kaya mo pa?” asks the guard standing by the entrance, brows slightly furrowed as he examines his co-worker. “Pwede ka naman umupo—oh, ito, monoblock.”
“Okay lang, kahit wag na.” Josephine shakes her head, smiles at her co-worker, and attends to the numerous cars entering and exiting the space.
A car with the windows rolled down appears before her. Inside, she manages to catch a glimpse of the driver’s children in the backseat, laughing loudly. It is enough to remind her ...