“Market, Market I am sick!”When I reached the Bankerohan Market; a fish vendor caught myattention. She was shouting, “Isda mo dira! Bangus, tilapia, maam sir... Prisko!”In maintaining her stall, she uses old ragged serves as her sponge and a smallpail of water. What attracts me most is the money being place beside the fishes.As she pour the water using her rag, the water flows to the money and then tofishes. The knife she uses is full of rust. Minutes later, I saw something a blackrat! I can take it anymore and decided to go back to our house.