Day 140

No shame, no shame. No need for shame.

First, a man in his tokong and cotton long sleeves under the scorching sun. He carried with him a wooden cross, tied at its center and around his right wrist. “Aabot ng Antipolo yan.” He will reach 21km walking.

Next were two old ladies and a young girl in all-black floor-length dresses without shoes. At their 60s, the looked regal even with one of them carrying the little girl on her lap and the other grasping a crown of thorny vegetable leaves.

Then there was you and him, buying ice cream, walking up the altar, and holding hands all throughout the day, ocassionally whispering happy birthdays and I love yous.

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