Abigail Barredo

but a daydreamer who wishes her daydreams be told to the world

Abigail as a Writer

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A Love Which Loves for the Sake of Loving

Once upon a time, there lived a couple. Alex and Belle. Their romance bloomed from a young passion. They were more privileged than most — they travelled across the world and married within the alps of Europe. One fateful day, Alex was hit by oncoming traffic, her blood splattering across the pavement. The ambulance came and to the hospital she went. Belle held on to what little composure she could muster as she waited outside the operating room branded as occupied. Hours stretched in that hallway, and Belle thought the personnel who came and went were evading her, but sooner did the doctor come out to seek out Alex’s next of kin. The doctors needed her family’s permission to perform a life-saving miracle. The doctors asked Belle’s relation to Alex. “I’m her wife.”

Abigail BarredoJune 30, 2026

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I’m Coming Home to my Mother

There in that new coast, I learned She had not built this dam in me. Even alone, I am flooding at the seams. I am drowning, Mother, it was a new sea. And all I want—God, all I want— is to sail to her warmth through the dark, to find the shore where she still awaits, and pour myself into her hands.

Abigail BarredoMay 10, 2026

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Handmade Stars Called Parol

The flawed walkways taught me soon enough, I am made to be agile and nimble. It wasn't too hard to memorize the road. No older than fifteen, I was told I was small by the sidewalk that narrowed. And when September came, Jose Mari Chan would find his way back. Singing in new speakers and old radios notes dancing in the parol workshops which lined that Old Cabuyao Road. Stars are waking up then the light glows.

Abigail BarredoDecember 16, 2025