There’s this mall in the Philippines near the central business district where I never visited before.

All I heard about the place that it was filled Class A to B people.

Entering that part of the place made me conscious.

I looked at the way I dress, the way I talk, the way I moved. It felt like I wasn’t fitting in. I felt like I was put there to be stared at.

This was the recent times I’ve felt out place.