The smell of freshly cooked meal was lulling Sambag. Thoughts of his mother holding the ladle while hugging him in front of their house were playing in his memories. He had not gone home for two days but it felt longer than that.
“Can you tone done memory lane? I am trying to keep us alive here. I do not know the way and your thoughts are clouding judgment.” Leo tried to plea with Sambag.
“I am sorry. I could not help but think of her.” Sambag explained to him. He did stop daydreaming but to Leo's annoyance, he started to remember Tia Imelda and how she loved him like her own child.
“Thank you. You are lucky did you know that?” he said to Sambag. He was still running fast but this time he tried to slow down. They were already near to the school grounds.
“Why do you say that? – Turn
