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.
Word count: 100
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Photo credit: Sunday Photo Fiction
A salute to the Overseas Filipino Workers (OFW) who loved their families more than they love themselves.
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.