http://slow.writerscafe.org/ItzirkAem01 The original writings of author KristiMae01 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028588 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What will make you the happiest person in the world? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ItzirkAem01/1443759/ Then Lito started walking back to his house, thinking of the work that awaited him in his clearing that day. But he thought of something more to tell his son, and so he stopped and called out to him again. "And that letter," he shouted. "Give it to Ka Inse as soon as you reach town. Then .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ItzirkAem01/1443748/ About six o'clock the following morning, a boy of twelve was ridin g a carabao along the riverbed road to town. He was a very puny load on the carabao's broad back. Walking close behind the carabao, the father accompanied him up to the bend of the river. When the beast hesitated in crossi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ItzirkAem01/1443727/ Reading the last sentence and realizing thet he had made mention of his wife, Lito recalled that during the very first month after their arrival from Barok, they had recieved five cavanes of rice from Ka Inse and that later, he had been told that at harvest time, he should pay back twice the nu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ItzirkAem01/1443725/ "This boy Francisco, compadre," he went on, "is quite an industrious lad. If only you can let him stay in your big house, compadre. You can make him do anything you wish--- any work. He can cook rice, and I'm sure he'l do well washing dishes." Lito recalled his last visit to Ka Inse's abo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ItzirkAem01/1443720/ He sat back and leaned against the wall. He had been writing on alow wooden form, the sole piece of furniture in the one-room house. There, he sat in one corener. A little way acroos stood the stove; to his right, Fidela and the baby girl, Felipa, lay under the hempen mosquito net. Francisco, w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ItzirkAem01/1443714/ "Dear Compadre," Lito started to write in Tagalog, bending earneslty over a piece of paper which he had torn out of Francisco's school notebook. It was many months ago when, just as now, he had sat down with a writing implement in his hand. That was when he had gone to the municipio in Mansalay .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ItzirkAem01/1443693/ Lito, who had come from Barok to settle in Barok, was writing a letter to, of all people, Ka Inse, his landlord, one warm June night. It was about his son Francisco, who wanted to go to school in Malansay that year. Francisco was in Fifth Grade when Lito and his family left Barok the year befor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ItzirkAem01/1443688/ What makes a boy the happiest person in the world? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ItzirkAem01/1443687/ "Being different is unique." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ItzirkAem01/1443528/ You may change but the feelings you had will always stay http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ItzirkAem01/1443207/ Ronel Canoy The boy conservative in our classroom. He doesn't want us to wear shorts and skirts. He was once a bf of one of my friend but unfortunately due to his i-don't-understand-him attitude, they broke up. But is in good terms. He often talk about perv things but not that much though .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ItzirkAem01/1443184/ "Being who you want to be is the best way to make yourself happy." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ItzirkAem01/1443173/ I am Maria Kristi Mae Atillo, 17 years young and born Asian. I'm currently in college taking up the course Bachelor of Science in Elementary Education major in Content Education and in my sophomore year. I have a lot of classmates, 48 in count: 4 boys, 44 girls.This book is all about them. Who are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ItzirkAem01/1443079/ "Knowing someone is an adventure" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ItzirkAem01/1443076/ A compilation of everyday happenings in a life of a teenage girl... (inspired by Barbie Diaries) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ItzirkAem01/1442993/ I wish he was able to seewhat he really meant to me.Everytime I look into his eyes,I see everything my heart desires.We were so young back thennever knowing what could have beenMaking promises and keeping to ourselves,we would never be apart no matter what happens.But life made u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ItzirkAem01/1442757/