It was in the sugar hacienda in Negros, Panay and in Central Luzon where I saw the injustices heaped upon the sugar workers, particularly the sacadas, or seasonal workers.
As I have not worried to be born, I do not worry to die.
My grandmother died in childbirth, and my great-aunt lived with us. She had bound feet. She never knew how to read or write.
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