His face is splashed on my country’s P500 bill. His famous words, “The Filipino is worth dying for”.
It was August 21, 1983, I was 6.
But I remember the screams from a grainy TV, a shocked household.
The blur of white coming home through the cabin door.
The blood on the tarmac.
Days later, the full image of a lifeless body on the cover of a magazine.
His name is Benigno “Ninoy” Aquino.
Today, this child remembers — the man who changed our history.