Sitting on the sofa with my eyes pasted on a globe displayed on the side of Ender's working table. Something finally crosses my head.
I straightened my back and eventually walk to the table. My finger landed on the asia and soon enought, it was tracing its way to the islands of my origin, the Philippines.
Ender promised me that he would let me excercise my freedom. I don't want to stay here with him and the only place where I feel comfortable to begin again that is away from him somehow is that country.
I sighed and nodded my head in contentment as I finally made up my mind. I am going home. I am not really sure if it's safe for me to comeback in Santiago but if not, Manila it is.
Ender has my passports and all the legal documents that I will be needing to fly back to my country. I
