The Cathedral of Monte Cristo (Episode 2)
The Cathedral of Monte Cristo
Crisostomo smiled and took her hand and laid her knuckles on her forehead. "I miss you, Aunty!" he smiled.
"God bless you, nephew," she said. "I missed you too!"
"Is Uncle in the field?" asked Crisostomo, putting down his bags.
"Yes, they're preparing for the coming harvest," his aunt replied, going to the kitchen, beckoning him inside. "I'm cooking his lunch now."
"Did you receive the money I sent?" the boy asked, looking out the wide windows, taking off his jacket.
"Oh, yes, I went to town to get it," replied Aunt Maya, wiping her hands on her apron. "That's a lot of money, Crisostomo! What about your own needs?"
"Don't you worry about me, Aunt Maya," he smiled, getting a paper bag out of his backpack. "By the way, I brought your favorite siopao! Let me take Uncle's lunch to him."
To Be Continued Next Saturday
December 8, 2014, Monday
I spent the weekend holed up in the house as typhoon, whose local name was Ruby, kept pouring outside.
Mostly I slept like a bear hibernating. I ate nothing but fruits: apples, mangoes, bananas and an orange. I felt light.
The sense of electricity in the atmosphere felt like a storm, but it was a mere continuous shower compared to the furious winds and sea surges in the neighboring sea-side provinces.
A Certain Sadness
"Look out the window when that rain storms..."
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