“Kailangan mag trabaho!” I told him not to risk it; there would be armed men on the streets.
“Sasabihin ko sa kanila, sila magpakain sa pamilya ko!”
“Saan kami kukuha ng pagkain, ma’am?”
I shared what Panelo said, “the LGUs will take care of you.”
He snorted. “Paano pakakainin ang milyon-milyon katao? Alam ba nila ilan kami sa bahay?”
I told him to wait for the President.
And this man stood still for a long minute, staring at me, eyes slowly going bloodshot.
“Naniniwala pa ba kayo sa kanya, ma’am?”
I tried to explain the need for quarantine.
But how do you ease the pain of this man who toils steadily for his family, warbling standards with his high tenor?
“Pero paano kami kakain?”
I did the only thing left to do; handed over some money to tide him over until he could get something closer to home, where he would not have to brave the mean roads. But...