Never Look Back

Within the provincial confines of San Isidro, nestled in the embrace of tradition, there exists a curious superstition. It whispers that should one venture to a funereal assembly and carry away sustenance from the gathering, an ominous fate may unfurl its tendrils. The specter of misfortune looms, suggesting one might be unwittingly cast as the mourned soul in the morrow, or worse, be an unwilling harbinger of sorrow that descends upon a cherished soul. This enigmatic belief, seemingly woven into the rich tapestry of Filipino heritage, beckons contemplation regarding its authenticity. Imagine, for a moment, should this curious circumstance befall the very person before us, Jennie San Miguel.