LOGINAt 6:13 AM today, Chapter 98, we built a seventh room.Not a pier. A room. For the full.The first room was for everyone. The second room was for the forgotten. The third room was for the normal. The fourth room was for the early. The fifth room was for the far. The sixth room was for the near. The seventh room is for the boy who is too full.His name is Full. 17. Dagupan. Full. Too full. Bullied for being too full. He eats too much. He talks too much. He feels too much. He cries too much. He laughs too much. Teachers say "busog ka na, tumigil ka na." Classmates say "ang takaw mo, ang ingay mo, ang arte mo." Mama says "anak, hinay-hinay lang, mapupuno ka."He was in the bus that came in Chapter 71. He was one of the 71 readers. He sat in the middle of the bus, full of snacks, full of stories, full of questions. He did not build a pier, because every pier we built was from empty — empty bottles, empty cups, empty shells, empty bags. He was full.Today, he stood in front of the sand hou
At 6:13 AM today, Chapter 97, we built a sixth room.Not a pier. A room. For the near.The first room was for everyone. The second room was for the forgotten. The third room was for the normal. The fourth room was for the early. The fifth room was for the far. The sixth room is for the girl who is too near.Her name is Near. 14. Dagupan. Near. Too near. Bullied for being too near. She sits too near to the teacher. She stands too near to her best friend. She hugs too near, too tight, too long. Teachers say "lumayo ka ng konti, ang dikit mo." Classmates say "ang clingy mo, nakakasakal ka." Mama says "anak, bigyan mo naman ako ng space."She was in the bus that came in Chapter 71. She was one of the 71 readers. She sat at the front of the bus, nearest to the driver. She did not build a pier, because every pier we built was far — far in the sea, far in the sky, far in time. She was near.Today, she stood in front of the sand house, 14, near, hugging Jasmine Dela Cruz, 10, too tight, and s
At 6:13 AM today, Chapter 96, we built a fifth room.Not a pier. A room. For the far.The first room was for everyone. The second room was for the forgotten. The third room was for the normal. The fourth room was for the early. The fifth room is for the boy who is too far.His name is Far. 16. Dagupan. Far. Too far. Bullied for being too far. He lives in Bonuan Boquig, far from school. He walks 3 km, farther than Jun, 12, who walks 2 km. He is far from Mama who works in Dubai. He is far from Papa who works in Manila. He is far from his best friend who moved to Manila. Teachers say "bakit ka laging malayo, lumapit ka." Classmates say "ang layo mo, hindi ka namin kasama." Mama on video call says "anak, ang layo mo, yakapin sana kita."He was in the bus that came in Chapter 71. He was one of the 71 readers. He sat at the back of the bus, farthest from the driver. He did not build a pier, because every pier we built was close — close to the sea, close to the sand, close to each other. He
At 6:13 AM today, Chapter 94, we built a third room.Not a pier. A room. For the normal.The first room was for everyone. The second room was for the forgotten. The third room is for the boy who is too normal.His name is Normal. 15. Dagupan. Normal. Too normal. Bullied for being too normal. Not too tall, not too small. Not too dark, not too white. Not too loud, not too quiet. Not too happy, not too sad. Not too rich, not too poor. Average grades. Average face. Average voice. Teachers do not remember him because he never causes trouble. Classmates do not bully him, they just ignore him. Mama does not worry about him because he is fine. He is always fine.He was in the bus that came in Chapter 71. He was one of the 71 readers. He did not build a pier. Because every pier we built was from something extreme — fish skin, stutter, acne, rainbow, dark, poor, small, old, late, loud, quiet, happy, sad, angry, tired, brave, scared, loved, forgotten. He had nothing extreme. He had normal. And n
At 6:13 AM today, Chapter 93, we built a second room.Not a pier. A room. For the forgotten.The first room of the house that does not fly was built in Chapter 92 from 1,284 handfuls of sand. One room. Small. No roof. No door. Just sand walls, one clear net, one pair of brown slippers, one cup of coffee smell.Today we built the second room. For the girl who was forgotten.Her name is Forgotten. 13. Dagupan. Forgotten. Too forgotten. Bullied for being too forgotten. Teachers forget her name. They call her "ikaw, yung nasa likod." Classmates forget she is in the group chat. They make plans without her. Mama forgets her birthday sometimes. Not because Mama does not love her. Because Mama works in Manila and there are three other kids. She is the middle child. Middle children are forgotten.She was in the bus that came in Chapter 71. She was one of the 71 readers. She built Pier 1222 in Chapter 91, but no one remembers what she built it from. Because she was forgotten, even in the story.
At 6:13 AM today, Chapter 92, we did not build a pier.We built a house.Not a pier that floats. Not a pier that flies. A house that stays.After Chapter 91, when all 1,221 piers fell to the sand because they were tired of flying, we slept on the sand. 1,284 people slept on the sand, beside piers that were on the ground, under a sky that was not flying either.We woke up at 6:13 AM, and the sand was still there. The piers were still there. The sea was still there. Nothing had flown away in the night.Jasmine Dela Cruz, 10, fish-skin girl, woke up first. She was still wearing fish skin as a shawl, not as a pier. She said, "Amihan, if we do not build a pier today, what do we build?"I — Amihan, 31, owns nothing — said, "A house.""What is a house?" asked Lia, 7, small pier girl, who built a pier from baby bottles that floated 4 feet and then fell."A house is a pier that does not need to fly," I said. "A pier goes out to the sea. A house stays. A pier says, 'Come and see me.' A house sa







