A Glass of Cold Water
Everybody calls me young, beautiful, wonderful. Am I? Look at my hair, my lips, my red rosy cheeks and a pair of blinkering eyes.
I remember, somebody says that I look like my...
A PIECE OF BREAD(by Mrs. Wilma C. Aruelo) It's been long years of sufferings and now I stood at the barof justice with my pale young face."Am I guilty or not guilty?" It's a question that always...