We are back in the islands. We come home to a flooded house and a ruined garden and it breaks my heart but we are buoyed by celebrations of a wedding. This is what I gave Amy to welcome her into our family. I hope she likes it. I made a cast of a conch shell I took from a sea, maybe from Palawan or maybe from Liguria. Last night we had dinner, the two families together. I see my brother move his way around their kitchen. He knows where everything is: the spatula to stew the curried crabs, the knives to open the oyster shells, the mortar and pestle to grind pepper to season the bangus. He navigates the space with the same ease as he does our own kitchen. I will take that with me when I leave.
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