“Ma, mangaon pud unta ta ug isda panagsa (Ma, I wish we could have fish to eat sometimes),” Remely’s son suggested one day during lunch after realizing that they have been eating the same kind of foods ever since he was born. “Puhon, anak. Puhon, (Someday, my child. Someday)” she replied, although she felt a continue reading : FISH: A STORY OF A PERSEVERING PANTAWID PAMILYA MOTHER