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     Sonia Johnson was on her way to her home, she cling droopingly on the handle bar attached to the ceiling of the train.
     Eighteen hours of work did consume all her energy and the wobbly motion of the train doesn't help, she can feel her stomach churn, times like this she just was on "flight mode" as her best friend Madeline was to call it, like somehow she always find her way back to the condomenium they are staying. She was thankful enough to them for letting her live in their place, since her aunt died she had nothing, all their possession was either auctioned or taken by the bank.
     Three years have passed and she can't believe that she lived through it all, she loved the simple things Manila has to offer, even though it always had been in a bad state. After her mother died her father never came back, years later her brother joined him, leaving her and Aunt Jo all to themselves. Well not exactly, her aunt was a famous celloist and would travel far away to perform, she'd come to some and they would visit her father. She always remember to have been with others than her last family, still, she was just a child back then, what was she to remember?
     The train came to a halt sending its load to a jerk, normally she would squeeze herself through the crowd of passengers, not today. She feels extra lazy now, she walked to the stream of people in the streets to their place when someone whistles and she halts to see a friendly face. Michael, he was the prodigee of Jo, they were childhood friends. Back then his Mom would drop him in their house so he could learn playing the cello.
     "You're not walking home are you?" He asks leaning on the bus stop lane. He always wore polo shirts since they were kids, she always wondered why.
     "Not unless you ask me for a ride?" She batted her lashes at him and giggled.
     "Now where would I take a beautiful young lady like yourself?"
      He walked toward her and eased her laptop satchel off her shoulders and puts an arm around her.
      "Food!" She cheers enthussiastically like child.
     "Is it a date?" He raises his brows suggestively.
     "Date yourself!" She tried to punch him at his sides but he catched her hands.
     "I've tried, it didn't work out, I'm not exactly my type." He leaned closer to her. His voice low and husky. "Besides. I've heard that opposites attract."
    She always take his words lightly, even if he looks as if it meant every single word he said. She laughed heartily at him and for a moment, just for a moment he looked disappointed, then his face lit up again, flashing his most dazzling smile. They went to the car and drove off.

     I'll pick you up tomorrow." Michael rolled down the window and takes a last knowing look at Sonja.
     "Eight o'clock sharp!" She waved goodbye as he raced his car to traffic.
     She is glad she can rest, Madeline should be asleep now. And her mom works at night as a call center agent, she won't be home till eight in the morning. She opens the door and was met by Madeline in the couch with a child, watching cartoons for kids.
     "Hey." She greets her, and the kid jumps up to her voice.
     "Sonnie!" Joshua cheers and runs to her.
     "Ara's on a date again?" She asked Madeline who droopily nodded her head.
    "There's spaghetti in the oven," She turned off the Tele and walks to grab something on the cupboard.
     "This got in the mail."
     It was an envelope, with unfamiliar looking post stamp. She didn't recognize the recipient's name and she was sure it wasn't for her, only it has her name on it.
     She opened it and found a letter with a photo of a lady.

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August 19, 2006

Dearest Sonja,

You might not remember us but I am a good friend of your mother and her sister, I am sorry to hear about Josephine. The three of us are best of friends back in France, it took us a long time to locate you and your father was terribly worried too, leaving you alone. He asked me a favor which I think will be best for everyone's wellbeing. I like to ask you to join us here in London, I hope you would. I am wondering how you've grown. This is the last photograph of your mother that I have, I have seen Jonathan and can see that their likeness is very uncanny. I hope to see you soon, call us, write to us, anything.

Yours truly,

Julia Dawson

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     Sonia was raging on a lot of emotions, she looked at the photo of a lady. Her lip trembled while holding it in her shaking hand, tears welled in her eyes. She didn't even recognize her mother, she looked young and happy. She'd give anything to remember her like this. She was so young. Her mother died before she have a vivid image of her mother's face.
     "What's wrong Sonia?" Madeline took the picture in her trembling hands.
     "Oh! Madi." She choked and hugs her tightly.
     "Why? Is something wrong? Tell me."
     Tears, unbidden, roll down her cheeks. Finally ridding her of her long held emotions. Years of holding back the tears, the longing, and the sadness she felt.