On my way to SM Marilao in bulacan, I was seated on the front seat...these people caught my attention..they were shouting at me with words that I could not understand, maybe it's the language they have or I'm pretty sure it's the discrimatinion inside of me that made me not understand them...but as i witnessed...these people seem to enjoy their time together...even in the uncertainty of the existence of their new found home...they took time to gather...left alone with a smoke to chill up to...I may not be that rich but I am certainly well off compared to these people but how come their hearts are richer than mine?
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