Aling Pasing being her usual self, flaunted her new set of jewelry as she strutted her way to Sammy’s house. Her first few steps made her look like a duchess as the subtle morning breeze and warm sun-kissed her wrinkly skin. However, moments later, she was eating the dust coming from the buzzing villagers running back and forth on the sand and gravel road.
She fanned herself with her hand to get rid of the tiny particles of sand and pulverized gravel invading her nostrils that had added an extra layer of white powder to her face that was already heavy with wet foundation.
“What are these people doing so early!” she mumbled, wiping her necklace with a sheet of wet wipes. “Ugh!”
She continued walking, not paying attention to the rowdy crowd. It didn’t take long until finally her string of
