I arrived at the polling area at 2:30 P.M. I could see the exhausted faces of some electorate who were patiently waiting in queues. I fell in the last portion of the line. It seemed not moving for about 20 mins. It was even aggravated by high humidity.
Then, I decided to go home and come back when the line would be shorter. I asked my Dad, who had been busy wandering about the polling precincts, to text me when the line would seem to clear up. I went back at 4:20 after receiving a text from my Dad. As I got near the area, the line turned out longer. I had no choice but to endure the ordeal of exercising my political right.
Finally, I was able to cast my vote after two and a half hours. The feeling was different. I felt I became more of a Filipino citizen. The indelible ink on my index finger's nail would remain perpetually symbolic. (The end!)
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