It is a cold and windy Friday night. Snow starts falling. She is sitting by the window, staring at the old picture of two young fellows. The fellows seems so happy on that picture. It was taken on that park that day. A bitter smile flashed on her small red lips. It was a day she wil never forget. How could she forget that day? How could she?
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She stand up,sighing and walk to the telephone. Who might be calling this late at night? Ever since she went to New York, only one certain place gave her a call. The call might come from that place. She answered it hurriedly. “Hello, good evening!”
“Hello, good evening!” a man said on the other. She was shocked. She doesn’t know that voice. “I’m so sorry if I call you this late of night. I forgot the time difference of our countries.” Apologetic tone of the man.
Ah, a long distance call. Who is her caller? She doesn’t know any other relatives, if ever she really had, on other countries. She might be born in Philippines but she grew knowing absolutely nothing about her relatives.
“Who’s on the line, please?” she asked.
“Oh, I’m sorry I forgot to introduce myself. I am Atty. Bernard Blanco…May I talk with Ms. Suzanne Mercado, please?”
Attorney?? But why?? She felt nervous. Her heart beat so fast. But nonetheless she must know why.
“Speaking. How may I help you, sir?”
“I’m very so sorry again hija if I really call you this late. It’s just I have something very important to tell you. I hope you undertand.” Atty. Blanco’s voice.
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