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Tayabas, Quezon

Nurse

I look into the mirror now, the one I have propped on the desk before me. I see a man who looks slightly older than his twenty-three years, although that impression may be due to my wish to appear more experienced than I truly am. I am told I am handsome. I wear my black hair neatly trimmed, though I prefer at times to have it dyed brown as I have been known outgoing. A man of medium structure and height allows me to easily adapt to my environment. The most striking feature of the face that peers back at me is the eyes. There is an unmistakable hint in those eyes that I am of Asian descent.