Pinanood ko ang mga kahoy na nadaanan namin. Sakto lang ang bilis ng pag-andar ng sasakyan. Mang Carl was quiet as we drove past Cervantes. Si Manang Berta ay nasa tabi ko. Nagpumilit siyang sumama dahil gusto niya akong ihatid sa bahay naming sa Maynila. Mga ilang oras din ang biyahe namin bago nakarating sa aming exclusive village.“Good afternoon, Ma’am!” The guard that usually greets me, looked at me with his eyes wide. May sinabi siya sa walkie talkie bago kami tuluyan na pinapasok.Everything was familiar. I’ve been here before. I’ve known the guards. This was the village that I grew up to. The memories, all of it, came back, flashing in my mind. And then I wondered, paano si Papa? How did he survive all those months knowing that his daughter was nowhere to be found? Ni kahit isang bangkay man lang ay wala. It was difficult, I’m sure.Huminto ang sasakyan sa isang pamilyar na modern mansion. Lumabas na ako sasakyan. Ang iilang mga kasambahay ay napahinto sa pagwawalis ng mga tu
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