"Philippines!"
The Filipina turned at the sound of her name, soon greeted by the most familiar of blue eyes. He beamed at her as usual, not noticing the pained look she sported. If only he knew
"Yes America? Did you need something?"
"No, I'm just so happy to see you again! You don't know how much I missed you since I was away are you okay?"
He placed a chaste kiss on her tan-skinned cheeks which slowly turned red at the contact. His lips led their way onto hers and despite the mixed emotions the girl contained, she kissed back - just like she's always done before.
"They didn't hurt you, did they?"
"No-"
"Did Japan come by ag
The First Filipino 1
"I want to show to those who deprive people the right to love of country..."2
I can hear footsteps approaching. Hurriedly I fold up the papers, as small as I can make them. One bundle I stuff inside my shoe, the other goes into the alcohol stove gifted to me by Pardo de Taveras when he saw my new home and realised that, in this cold season, I was more likely to catch ill and die before the Spaniards could even lay their filthy, greedy hands on me. Satisfied that they would not be found by the Spaniards -for who would look in such places? - I straighten up and take one last look around my cell, here in Bagumb