THE BIG SLEEP
Nov 01, 2019
4 minutes
By TRINA EPILEPSIA BOUTAIN
4:30 AM. It’s pitch black. My brother and I stumble into the car, careful not to hit the breakfast plates my mother has prepared for us, which my father has ingeniously placed inside lidless baskets to keep them from spilling. We’ll barely touch the food, much to my mother’s chagrin. Ten year olds—what can you do? Instead we’ll sleep during the ride from Alabang to Makati, pre-Skyway, pre-C5, and awake when we arrive—hopefully—before the 7:30 bell.
It’s 7:38 AM. I’m thirteen years old and I am sneaking into the bathroom, hoping to slip into the line as it passes by after
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