ANTONIO P. CONTRERAS
ONE rainy morning, when classes were already suspended — except for Makati, as usual — I saw a young boy standing anxiously by the front door of our condominium. He was in full school uniform, carrying an obviously heavy backpack, with his left hand holding a bag full of books and yet another bag on the right hand. I told him that classes had already been suspended by Mayor Isko Moreno. He replied that he was attending school in Makati, not Manila. He was waiting for his service to arrive. His parents already left for work, and his nanny went back to their unit to tend to his baby sister who was left behind.