Stew Milk Fish

I woke up 6:00 in the morning, the sun is shining, what a beautiful weather indeed. I’ll be making hook again to have something on our plate.

The sweet sound melody of sea nimble on my ears. The wind is slowly sliding on my slippery hair while the sun kissed my tanning skin.

I vigorously throw my net onto the calm sea hoping for a plentiful catch. Waiting for the perfect timing before pulling my net and catches fish sublime

“Itay, itay!” as my child calls me as I slowly approach the shore.

“Ano pong huli niyo ngayon” he asks with full of curiosity “Bangus anak” I replied I can see his disappointment from his gloomy and weary eyes.

“Kung kahapon ay i-sinigang, paksiw naman ngayon” In the hope that it’ll bring back his excitement “Eh ulam din po natin ‘yan nung isang araw eh” he then uttered

“Pasensya ka na anak, mahirap lang tayo ‘e, Hayaan mo bukas, i-dadaing ko naman”

This is the struggle of a poor fisherman.