March 2014, Angeles City, Philippines.
I asked John Nicole, a blonde boy wandering the slums of Angeles City if he knows where his father
lives. He replies in Tagalog, “Hindi ko po alam (I don’t know where my father is).” His hazel-colored,
almond-shaped eyes speak trouble. Forced to live in a packed hut with relatives and rodents, I am concerned
about the sanitation issues in his physical environment and the impact on his health and future. A young
citizen who may not be granted proper education, his mother’s plea for the father’s return may be the only
lucky card that will bring light and conviction to his deplorable living status. John is only 6 years old, and like
many underage Amerasians living in the Philippines, he has very little hope.