From my souls of my shoes are the remnants of old Philippine soil from when I had last set foot.
I was three and a half years old when I was last in the Philippines. The old memory of confusion is blurred by flashes of a camera, the bright Eastern Sun blinding me, and the cement buildings and dirty streets where my footprints last print. People challenge how I still remember that last day, but I describe it to my adoptive mother (my mom now), and she affirms every moment I reminiscence.
I recall those cement buildings standing tall against the sunlight. I remember the streets and the fatigue from walking about with my foster parents at that time.
My last moment with them before my transitioning into a new family. A permanent one promised by the Philippine government. A new home.
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