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But Who Will Hug Them?

“Hugs can do great amounts of good – especially for children.”

Princess Diana

A week ago my team served the teenagers in Manila Youth Rehabilitation Center (MYRC). Mostly boys, we served almost 200 youth between the ages of 15-17, and for the first time in my life I was called “mie” (mommy). When I asked why they call everyone mommy and daddy, they said “Nasanay na po.” They’ve gotten used to it because they are asked to call elders and staff, mommy and daddy. Some of the teens have to reside in the center for years… and during that time MYRC is their home. And the “labels” create some semblance of a family, I suppose (that many of them no longer have).

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Patient Chronicles: My Frustration with Parents

In the clinic, I meet a lot of people and I deal with all kinds of things: patient problems, attitudes, complaints, demands and so forth. At times the work is monotonous… you come in and you almost do the same thing over and over again, but then sometimes work is quite entertaining. Sometimes work becomes very interesting because of the case at hand or the patient I am attending to.
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Rebuilding the Clinic

In the beginning of 2014 I received the saddest news of the year. I was going about on my day, I was heading out of the clinic for a quick visit to a nearby store and the owner of the neighbor shop said: Narinig mo ba? Nabenta na daw nila yung building, ah” (So, have you heard? They’ve finally sold the building.) I looked at him. I pretended to be totally okay with it and I ran back inside. It wasn’t exactly the first time for me to hear this. Rumors about selling the building circulated 2 years prior but it was never pursued and we were assured that we would all be given proper notice once things are certain, so I stopped worrying about it a long time ago until I heard it again that day. When I got back upstairs, I took my phone and called the caretaker. She was shocked I knew about it, but she had no choice but to confirm that it was indeed happening–the building will be sold and we had three months to get ready to move out.

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