BEFORE I TOOK THE 7:45 A.M. FLIGHT back to Manila, I received a text message from Patrick that he would meet me at the airport.
Patrick drove me home and while inside his car, I told him about my grandfather’s message for my father.
“Would you like to drop by his detention cell?” Patrick asked.
“If that’s not too much to ask,” I said.
So he accompanied me to Camp Crame. The court already scheduled my father’s transfer to Iwahig next week where he would serve the rest of his sentence.
After a few exchange of pleasantries with my father, I dialed my grandfather’s mobile number and talked to him. After a few minutes, I gave the cell phone to Papa. Papa accepted my cell phone and spoke to my grandfather for a few minutes.
Tears of joy fell from my eyes as I saw him talking to my grand
