CALVERO, MERRIL-KRYA C.
CW 10-WFU 1
It is nearly morning; the day is filled with a gloomy atmosphere and a deafening silence
in Brighton City. In a stiffly structured two-storey house, there live a small family, the Watso
Soft breeze gushes into the room. Thin green silk curtains on the
windows dance in the melody of the gentle wind. The principal beams a smile
and sweat beads on his forehead. His secretary, standing beside him, coughs
up to break the tension.
Itong pagpaliwanag ko sa salang kabagalan
Ng aking katoto nang kamiy papalayo mula sayo:
Bakit pa magdadalas sa oras ng aming paglisan?
Hindi kailangan hanggang sa muling pagdayo.
O ano nga bang katwiran ng mahabag kong kabayo
Kapag pati ang k
I never remembered much about my childhood. My memories were too
hazy for me to actually recall the events of the past. Moreover, I didnt even
really attempt to get those blurry fragments back into my mind. I have never
been the type of pers