When I was little, I got reprimanded every time I got a wound.
Yep, a wound.
“Wag kang tatakbo. Madadapa ka!” was my mother’s frequent warning.
(Don’t run. You’ll trip!) Continue reading
When I was little, I got reprimanded every time I got a wound.
Yep, a wound.
“Wag kang tatakbo. Madadapa ka!” was my mother’s frequent warning.
(Don’t run. You’ll trip!) Continue reading