OFW

142 02 February 7th 2016

Looking around this strange new foreign land, I saw a world that’s unknown. Hoping and praying, a better life would be sown.

I don’t have legal documents, only my passport. That’s why I fear the word deport. 

Resisting my heart’s aching and racing, insisting this is a leap worth taking, I brush off my tears that keeps on coming. 

For father who needs heart bypass, for mother whose mem’ry can’t seem to last, for sister now four-month old pregnant, for little brother who’s always repugnant, for them I am taking this gamble with mind and heart in ramble.

For them. 

Word count: 100

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Sunday Photo Fiction


A salute to the Overseas Filipino Workers (OFW) who loved their families more than they love themselves. 

In response to Sunday Photo Fiction for February 07, 2016.

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

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50 thoughts on “OFW

  1. Excellent, Rosema! It’s exactly what I’m thinking when I saw the photo prompt. You’ve created a heartwarming real story for this one. And it reminds me of OTWOL too. Smiles! 🙂 🙂

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      1. …because we both share the Filipina heart. 🙂 🙂
        Nope, I haven’t posted it yet. I don’t think I can post anything today (busy bee). I decided to just be a reader and commenter today. Looking forward to your posts. 🙂 🙂

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      1. Yes. And they are their because they hope for a better life, and they will go home (if they would because some OFWs were buried where they died) inside a wooden box with no life. It’s sad…

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      2. Overseas Filipino Workers meaning people from the Philippines working outside the country.
        They are not buried alive, some go home inside a wooden box because they died overseas. Sometimes through tragedies sometimes because of abuse.

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  2. We have so many people getting in here illegally, that some people forget they are human as well (my story this week was from the other perspective, and the racism of people.

    Some people will give up everything they can to try to make money to send back home to their families. So they can give them even something. They are willing to live in squalor ad eat the bare minimum to help out their own kin.

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    1. Those words are both sad yet real. It surely is happening. And the worst part is that some were not able to achieve what they wanted, to be able to earn money to send back to their family. Some were abused, or even killed by accident or by their own bosses. It’s just sad.

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