Marie was in deep thought as she tried to find her things. She was in her melancholic mood. More than a decade already after she left Iloilo for good. “If only I can go back to Iloilo now. I, perhaps still enjoy seeing the greenery, playing games, and talking with my friends and relatives. But my parents are here. They love their work. We are four in the family now. Hard to be the eldest. I need to finish my assignments, so I can watch my siblings outside.” Marie thought while looking for her notebooks. She reached them together with her books at the upper part of the shelf, and an envelope appeared which was full of papers. She decided to arrange them. Then, she smiled when she saw a few pictures on the folded paper. She vividly remembered everything. In San Miguel, Barotac Viejo, Iloilo, the place where she spent her childhood years, she and Lou had memories she treasured now and then. “I have enough. Want to add? Look at the other branches,” Marie urged Lou, her bestfriend, who a
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