There are two kinds of OFWs in the world: (1) The one who sends money home like a national hero. (2) The one who sends money home and also somehow finances everyone else’s Netflix, birthday parties, and mysterious “emergencies.” If you’re reading this, congratulations! You’re probably both. Let’s be honest. Being an Overseas Filipino Worker doesn’t just mean earning in dollars. It means carrying the emotional weight of an entire barangay. You are not just a worker. You are a

I get teary-eyed when I see people protesting for immigrant rights. It’s not just empathy, it’s recognition. Every chant, every placard, every raised fist feels like an embrace meant for me. It feels like they’re fighting for my place in a world that sometimes forgets how hard it is to begin again, to rebuild a life on foreign soil while carrying the ghost of another home in your chest. When I see them march, I feel seen. I feel like my neighbors love me not because they have