Si Rose At Si Alma < 2024 >

One afternoon, Alma found Rose sitting on the bathroom floor, staring at a pair of scissors.

They sat on the cold tiles until the light shifted from afternoon to dusk. SI ROSE AT SI ALMA

They didn’t fix each other. They didn’t have to. One afternoon, Alma found Rose sitting on the

Alma knelt. She didn’t take the scissors. She took Rose’s hands instead. Cold. Trembling. “Si Rose ay ugat

Then Alma did something she never did. She stopped talking. She fetched a comb, a towel, and a pair of proper shears. She sat behind Rose and began to cut. Not fast. Not fiery. Slowly. Gently.

Their mother used to say, “Si Rose ay ugat, si Alma ay apoy.” Rose is the root. Alma is the fire.

They were sisters. Whole. Burning and blooming at last.