Koen Flores

Twice, maybe three times a year, the family is together. Last February, we took a trip to the Philippines and

The sprint started as a way to personify the senses, but as we wrote each entry, we uncovered the emotions we delicately packaged into them. Taste is cultural pride, touch and sight can hold grief, and hearing can cleanse.

I’m grateful for the unity between me and my friends' because it’s evidence of the strength of our bonds. We molded shared identities through experiences, music, humor, and suffering. In time, we mimicked each others’ idiosyncrasies and let them become part of us.