My mother was 6 months pregnant.
A despot implicated in as many political transgressions as you can name, Ferdinand Marcos was for all intents and purposes, a man who got what he had coming.
My mother was at the end of her second trimester. That was when she hit the block with 2,000,000 of her contemporaries on EDSA in protest of his regime.
24 years, she comes into my room this past Tuesday and asks if I had voted.
"Yeah, I did earlier today."
"Oh, I totally forgot. Where's the polling place?"
In her defense, it was different then. Much different.
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