The familiar scent of Manila City filled my nose as we got to the exit of the airport. I looked around and saw a lot of busy people striding inside the premises, meeting their waiting loved ones, and loading baggage into the parading cars. Karlo and Timothy were the only individuals who were watching our family driver load our baggage. Karlo was trying to help, but he was talking on the phone, while Timothy was whistling and kicking invisible rocks. Shitheads.

“I’m hungry,” I announced ...