One Saturday morning, I remember fixing the price tags on my handmade accessories while Tammy sat across, happily playing with her play dough. Every few minutes she’d look up and ask, ‘Mommy, are you done na?’ I smiled and said, ‘Konti na lang.’ Looking back now, I wasn’t just preparing for another bazaar. I was quietly building two dreams at the same time—raising my daughter and building something I could call my own.


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