My family is from Manila. Me and my children were invited by my brother to visit Dumaguete. He knew that I needed some fresh air to move on. I knew that I can’t stay in Manila any longer because it reminds me so much of beautiful memories with my wife. She died last year. It was so painful. Back home we have a small business to support our daily needs and the schooling of the kids. I left it to my brothers there. I’m thinking whether to stay here in Dumaguete for good. My kids started to go to school here and they said they love it. It’s hard being a single parent. All the problems in the house are now in my shoulders. It’s especially hard when they get sick and they are still looking for their mom. Next week, I’m going back to Manila, a year after her death. Let’s see what happens, I might stay or bring the business here. I miss her so much.

- Qapwa

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