Memoirs of an Amnesiac

Late this afternoon I chanced upon a child about seven years old, all filled with grime and stench. I was boarding a tricycle that's waiting to be filled when this child came to the driver and said that he wanted to ride. The driver's countenance was filled with hesitation as the only seat left was in front of him. Just then an old lady came to tell the driver to let the child ride as he knew the child as their neighbor's eldest son. "Nakit-an ni nako bataa sa Carbon. Usa nani ka semana naglaroy-laroy ...