FOOD PARK LIFE WAS HECTIC, but Paz thrived in it. She loved seeing people’s faces when they ate the food she cooked, loved hearing some of them say it reminded them of home. Every smile and compliment was water and sunlight to her blossoming self-esteem.
It also meant a lot to have a support group within Nomnom Commons. The stall owners and in-house staff had been approachable and generous, and in no time, Paz felt like she belonged in this community.
“Naks naman...” Coby said brightly as he stepped up to her stall and tapped a happy beat against the metal counter. “Looks like you’ve got yourself some YouTubers.”
Speaking of approachable and generous in-house staff...
Speaking of approachable and generous in-house staff...“Amo ngani…” She leaned against her side of the counter and watc
