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Hundred years of fortitude

By Joanne Zapanta-Andrada | August 26, 2012 - 12:00am

My grandfather brings a small brown satchel wherever he goes – whether on a drive to Sta. Rita, Pampanga where he was born or to Sunday dinner in my father’s house just across the street.

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