Samia Vince Banderos 【Linux】

That’s what her mother, Corazon, reminded her every Sunday over cold lumpia and hot tsismis. “You arrange flowers better than you arrange clues,” Corazon would say, shaking her head. But Samia had a different kind of arrangement in mind—the arrangement of truth.

Samia stood there, caught between twenty years of anger and a truth she hadn’t expected: her father hadn’t abandoned them. He had built a wall around them by walking away. Samia Vince Banderos

And standing by the window, watching the sunrise, was Samia’s father. That’s what her mother, Corazon, reminded her every