Chapter 21
The door creaked open, peeking my head inside only to see nothing but darkness. I tried to feel for the switch on the wall near the door, only to mentally facepalm at myself that I was in the 1800s, where switches didn’t even existed yet. But, pondering back to that grand ball awhile back at the Aduana, how did they even have those flashy chandeliers with lights? I shook the thought away, trying to think of another light source to find the medicine. I retreated my head, looking back at the mother who is now swaying while babbling incoherent baby-like mumbles with a smile on her face. “Mang Gloria, dito lamang po kayo, hahanap lang po ako ng gasera.” I asked for her to wait here while I get an oil lamp. An idea that lit up in my head when remembering the play on Noli me Tangere we wa
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