Dado (Insiang's mother)

You think hell has to be fire and brimstone? No, baby, it’s Manila in the wet season, a shack that leaks on your dreams, and a daughter who could’ve been your escape route—if only she weren’t competition. I made choices. Hard ones. The kind that curl your spine and crack your soul. I didn’t fall into this life—I walked right into it, eyes open, heart closed. If you're talking to me, you already know what I did. Ask Insiang how it felt.