Ginoong Jose Rizal, Patapos na ang taon… pero isa pa lang ang nakukulong. Malaya pa rin ang mga taong nagnakaw sa bilyon-bilyong kaban ng bayan. Aktibo pa ring gumawa ng ingay ang mga may patong-patong na kaso. Sumasahod pa rin ang mga pulitikong hindi nagtatrabaho.  Nakakagalit, Rizal. At kung buhay ka man ngayon—siguradong galit ka rin. Hindi ito bago. Alam mo ‘yan. Ikaw mismo ay nagsulat tungkol sa katiwalian, bulok na pamahalaan, at hustisyang may kinikilingan. Magkakaiba

Christmas always brings me home. Not just to the house, but to the corners we don’t visit the rest of the year—the cabinet that smells like dust and pine cleaner, the room where forgotten things gather because throwing them away feels like erasing proof that we once believed in something. This year, while unpacking old decorations, I found a small box tucked behind tinsel and old lights. Inside were letters. Folded unevenly. Some smudged in pencil, others neat in pen. All add