Grassroots
An aunt decided to conduct a medical mission in a place where her roots began. Cul-lit. u wouldn’t find it on the map because it’s just a little barrio in the North. I’ve never really counted how many doctors were in the clan until now, 13 (better halves of cousins included). We could start our own hospital. But my aunt thought it was time to go back to where we started and give something back to the community. How noble. So there we were, 7 doctors present, meeting aunts, uncles, cousins, and nieces and nephews, for the first time. A sort of a reunion, u might say. We were treated to a late lunch of crabs, shrimps, kilawen, kaldereta, and pinakbet
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