BACOLOD: THE PUFFED-RICE VENDOR
It was nine o’clock in the morning. Business was slow at this time of the day. There weren’t too many people roaming around the Capitol Lagoon. An old woman was sitting on one of the benches, under the shade of the trees. Packs of puffed rice were neatly stacked beside her waiting for customers to buy and feed them to the Tilapia in the manmade lagoon. She was eating with her bare hands. Rice wrapped in a small plastic bag and a piece of fish held by the other hand. This must be breakfast.