There's this fair (that I forgot the name) where they display and demonstrate small villages led by ethnolinguistic tribes from the Philippines. However, this had been misconstrued so much that the foreigners thought that native Filipinos eat dogs for a living.
It's St. Louis World's Fair of 1904.
Most of us are patron saints of nothing because most of us just lived. And that's really okay. All throughout this book I realized that it's definitely okay if you are not being recognized as someone who changed the world. It's already okay as long as you stand with your principles, stand for the truth, and somehow touched other people's lives. Besides, having a chance to live in this world would already leave a legacy. A legacy which creates a void, and a void that would filled with stories, pass through the hearts of our beloved ones. A stories that would make us inspired and courageous to live our lives.
P.S. I hope I could carry the courage of Jun, Grace, Mia, and Jay for a lifetime.