It took me exactly fifteen minutes to pack up my entire life.I stood in the center of my small, cheap apartment in Cubao, looking at the worn-out bag resting on the thin mattress of my bed. When I lived in the Forbes Park mansion with my parents, packing for a simple weekend trip took hours. The maids would carefully fold designer dresses, match expensive shoes with luxury handbags, and pack a mountain of beauty products.Now, everything I owned fit into one single bag.I had three plain t-shirts, two pairs of comfortable jeans, a simple cotton dress, some underwear, and my toothbrush. The only thing of true value in my bag was tucked safely into a side pocket: my stethoscope.I zipped the bag closed. The sound echoed in the quiet, empty room.The morning sun was just starting to peek through the dusty windowpanes, casting long, golden shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. Outside, the busy streets of Metro Manila were already waking up. I could hear the distant honking of jeepn
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