Hiraya
Bai Amihan looked in my parents’ direction, anticipating their answer. I could feel the sincerity in her offer to help me out. I just hoped that my parents would see that.
As an eleven-year old girl who was struggling with her education and my twenty-one old woman self who was thirsty for revenge and knowledge, I need someone who has knowledge both in Sinag and the way of thinking of the people in the city.
“I-I’m not sure,” Inang Dayang uttered and looked at my father.
Amang Sinaya bowed humbly. “Anything for the improvement of haliya, I’m sure that the goddess will be pleased.”
Inang Dayang added, “She’s burned out, whatever that means. Do you think you can help her with that? She might get worse under your tutelage...”
My face went sour because my mother disapproved of my
