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Fish kill

The problem with working is that many people and places become a stranger to you. At home, my small cousins who used to adore me when I was still unemployed now cry when I try to carry them.
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Plea from the desert

I was frustrated when my boss handed me a two-page memorandum from the Philippine Embassy in Islamabad, Pakistan. “Employment and Repatriation of Filipino Workers; until 31 December 2011,” the title said.
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Mom and Papa

Hardly a day goes by when this question doesn't nag me: How could my parents have gotten along long enough to actually produce me?