This Christmas Eve, over a couple of million Filipinos work overseas defying the extreme biting weather, racial discrimination, abuse, violence, and loneliness. What makes it more difficult for most of these OFW’s is that they have to (not) celebrate the Christmas season away from home.
I could imagine a mother working as a domestic helper in the Middle East sobbing like a child as she misses her young kids. She’s dying to embrace their little bodies as she washes off the bodies of children she’s not even related to. How she wish she could prepare and serve the Noche Buena for them. But 12 midnight is her work’s rush hour, thousands of miles away from home.
Or an engineer father in Africa who has never been home for more than 2 years and has never even witnessed the birth of his first and only child. He only wishes to spend one day with his child and wife. Just today. Just for tonight. Continue reading “If Only A Tricycle Can Drive Me Home This Christmas….”