The breeze was cold as I looked across the sky. Earlier I was standing here on the balcony. I guess I just stared at it again. Tomorrow I will go home to the Philippines. After more than eight years I will be able to see the country I grew up in again.
"Zai, you have an overseas call from Japan," said Aunt Gracie while holding the phone. I entered the house with a smile and then reached for the car. "Celestine."
"Thank you, tita." I put the phone to my ear and then happily talked to my cousin. "Hello, Celest?"
"Cousin! How are you? Are you going home to the wedding of uncle Zac and aunt Clara?"
"Yes," I replied. "Are you Almira?"
"Yes of course. You know daddy, Uncle Zac is very dear. He even wants him to be Uncle Zac's best man." The one on the other line laughed. "I told
