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A Walk Through Dreams: My First Steps in UP Diliman
Literary

A Walk Through Dreams: My First Steps in UP Diliman

Perhaps one day, I will return not as a visitor searching for possibility, but as an Iskolar ng Bayan carrying new dreams of my own.

Francheska Martina S. Cruz
Emotion is All
Literary

Emotion is All

If being emotional means refusing to become indifferent, then perhaps emotion is not a weakness at all, it is everything.

Francheska Martina S. Cruz
It Will Never Be The Cure
Literary

It Will Never Be The Cure

Love was never an illness, so why do we need to cure ourselves from it?

Francheska Martina S. Cruz
I Don’t Know What Milk Tastes Like
Literary

I Don’t Know What Milk Tastes Like

People often say that milk is an acquired taste. I would not know.

Francheska Martina S. Cruz
I Am a Box of Crayons
Literary

I Am a Box of Crayons

Different colors, different stories, different identities.

Francheska Martina S. Cruz
Destined Friendship
Literary

Destined Friendship

Soulmates aren’t always romantic. Sometimes, they are the people who have witnessed every state of us yet continue to accept us for the rest of their lives.

Pia Patricia Tesorero
When My Mother Was Still Someone’s Daughter
Literary

When My Mother Was Still Someone’s Daughter

Because before she became the person who raised me, she was first a girl who survived becoming herself.

Francheska Martina S. Cruz
My Mother’s Tongue
Literary

My Mother’s Tongue

A mother’s day special, the connection between the understanding of a mother and her child’s unspoken emotions.

Zhian Chloe R. Lopez
The Sole (Soul) I Forgot to Wear
Literary

The Sole (Soul) I Forgot to Wear

Forgotten shoemaking traditions quietly live on through the soles beneath every step and the souls carrying Marikina's stitched heritage forward.

Isaiah E. Fiesta
Nostalgia Will Be The Death of Me
Literary

Nostalgia Will Be The Death of Me

Memory gathers in quiet fragments—old screens, half-faded sounds, small moments polished by time into something softer than they once were.

Francheska Martina S. Cruz
Strings and Skies: Lessons in Letting Go
Literary

Strings and Skies: Lessons in Letting Go

And as we whisper goodbye, we tell ourselves: fly well, little kite, fly well.

Francheska Martina S. Cruz