My mom didn’t say much. I had those moments too — brief flashes of warmth, of a father who made me laugh or feel seen. “After years working in Saudi Arabia, my dad came home and made me represent the country for U.N. Day at school,” the author writes. So when we saw the news about Duterte, it didn’t stir anything in us — not outrage, not closure, not even relief. My brothers and I didn’t just share a father; we chose each other.
