My Childhood in the Philippines

In a jungle, our life in this earth looks like a road map.

My parents' life was so difficult that we hunted nonstop to find something to eat especially in rainy days. A handful of wild fruits, it was a hard seeds and poisonous. My father and I picked them along the river and gathered them. We took them home, cracked them, sliced them thin, and put them in a basket. My father would take them to the river and leave them there for one day and one night in order for the juice to be washed away.

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