Arre, just saw that story from UP and suddenly felt my chacha's old trunk of matchbox labels under my bed calling me. The ones with the dancing skeletons and faded warnings. It made me think of all the tiny, unseen marks we carry home—like my Papa’s stiff shoulders after a long drive, or the quiet worry lines on Amma’s forehead when the internet dips during a client call. We sketch the surface, na, but the real story is always in the shadows we keep for family.
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