The
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SummerTita Connie and Tito Gil have finally permitted me to go home to Olongapo by Victory Liner. Since Mama, Papa and Marisa left for the States they have treated me like a motherless and fatherless child. I suppose they feel a responsibility for me. As Tita Connie reminded Mama, I’m her goddaughter. I really should call her Ninang, but Emil and Marisa called her Tita when I was young, so I do too.
“If she’s going to live in Manila,” said Tita Connie, “then of course she’ll stay with us.” Their home is not far from La Salle University, but they have given me Ric’s room.
When I first walked into it, I could sense him. That room is too much him. Even his clothes are still in the closet. I’ve tried to shove them far back so I don’t see them. So they don’t touch my cloth
