ZAIJIAN HEWSON
My eyes never left Acir.
She was the reason I even chose to go to a Home Center for community service. There were other options on the list—some were even held in the vicinity of the campus. Easier. Convenient. Hassle-free. However, I opted for this one.
Simply because it’s what Acir chose.
If I hadn’t seen her name on this program, I would’ve easily chosen to tutor lessons with struggling students. As much as I love teaching and embarking my knowledge, there was no hiding the sentiment that I wanted to spend a day close to Acir.
Even if that meant that there wouldn’t be any conversation that would happen between us—just seeing her and knowing she’s fine was enough.
Back on the bus, I heard snippets of her conversation with someone, and later on I found out it was Just
