“Alya, kanina ka pa ba nandito? Marami nang bisita sa bulwagan. Hinahanap ka na rin ni Father.”I turned and saw Sister Elma behind me. She wore the long habit of a nun, the veil carefully covering her hair, and a rosary resting near her heart.I smiled.“Susunod na po ako, Sister. Nagpahangin lang po.”She nodded and left.I stood from where I was sitting and looked at the sea. The wind wrapped around me like an embrace, sending chills through my body.Huminga ako ng malalim, I walked toward the hall beside the church.Masaya ngayon sa isla. It was the first day of the fiesta, and everyone was celebrating. Ang sabi pa nila ay may mga bisitang darating galing Manila.Luxury cars were parked in front of the church, vehicles that people here rarely saw. Lumiko ako at nagtungo sa hall. It was beside the church, half the size of the chapel, built with wood but designed like a Spanish house. Pumasok ako sa loob. The room was filled with people—local officials, businessmen, and the visito
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