As he reads a non-academic book, his stomach protests. It has been five hours since he last ate something. He closes his book and gets his wallet from the side table. He goes to the sari-sari store at the corner of their street.

He enters through the wooden door and knocks a coin against a table, calling out, “Tao po” as he did. A woman in her late forties came out from a curtained doorway and stares at our protagonist.

“Peanut butter bread,” he says as he hands to her the payment. She receives it and puts the coins inside a drawer. She immediately makes the buyer’s request. The protagonist sits down on a monobloc stool waiting for the bread.

He remembers the time when the store first sold it. He immediately asked his mom to buy it for him. She obliged. He took the bread excitedly and sank his teeth into the soft and chunky food. Yum, was all he thought. After he swallowed the last of it, he licked peanut butter from his thumbs. And there was joy in his eyes.

His train of thoughts was suddenly cut when the lady hands him the bread, the peanut butter peeking, teasing him to finish his snack early. He takes it and immediately eats. Yum, he thinks.