AGATHA
“Where is Macie, Aunt?” I immediately asked my friend’s mother.
“She’s at the river doing laundry. She’ll be delighted to see you. Come, make yourself at home.” The house helper in front of me smiled, and it made me smile too.
I was not disappointed that I chose to stay with them. I told them I had a companion and asked for permission first, then I went back to the car to fetch Theresa. I invited her to come down and enter my friend’s small home and meet her mother.
When we were young, we experienced a strong typhoon. Due to continuous mining, the once lush forest was now bald. The water quickly rose, even with just a little rain, and my friend’s father became a victim of it. Macie’s father drowned in the flood, which reached his nostrils, so she lost her father at a young age a
