They ask me where I got my soul of darkness from.
It was from my mother's meals when I was in her tummy. She craved squid, Coca-Cola, octopus, dinuguan. I was a yellow baby born with black strip on my forehead branded by squid ink and pig's blood. Like a bumblebee but also not. "I feel sorry for the baby in the nursery with that darkened forehead," my grandmother said in my mother's bed.
This granddaughter's darkened forehead had 'hello' spelled when the door opened.
