December
Every December, I walk into Power Mac like a tradition.I look at the phones I never owned, the laptops I always wanted, the MacBook Pro I still dream of ā nothing extravagant, just one with enough RAM to feel like a victory. I tell myself quietly: Maybe next year. But then Christmas arrives the way it always does ā with the warmth and chaos only Filipinos know well.Thereās food to prepare,ā¦















