She was waiting in the wings, dressed in rags, hesitant to approach me, but when I caught her eye, she put on this most disconsolate face and begged, “Help me. I suffer from Hypertension and I can’t buy my medicine.” She took out a piece of paper containing a prescription, “The doctor in our barangayContinue reading ““The Poor, you will always have with you” by Letty Jacinto-Lopez”
Santuario de San Antonio Parish 