“All I want is a decent job without having to leave my mom. Like that lady from our town. We take the same jeepney almost every day. She wears a nice simple uniform—neat with that embroidered company logo on the right chest. San Miguel Beer Corporation. I knew little about her. She doesn’t know me.”  Those were the words I uttered as a reply to a family friend lawyer when we bumped into each other one hot summer day back in college. His disappointment palpable. “You have a constricted imagination and goal. You have to dream big and see the world,” he told me. That time, his words barely registered…