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Harlienne was walking alone the third floor corridor. She had just been down to the library doing her homework in History. Dean delos was a very strict Professor. He had given them a five pages essay about North Korea… of course Harlienne has no problem with that but she wanted to make sure that she’d done it properly.

Flipping the browning pages of the book she had borrowed from the library, a paper dropped. Harlienne studied the neat handwriting on the paper. It was a letter…

June 20, 1998

Dearest Dad,

Good Day. I hope my letter reach you soon. When are you going to visit me in the dormitory? I missed you and mama. When will you be back from Cerritos?
I’m bored here dad. The professors are all right but they are not as smart as they should be. They teach me things I already know. Geography should be an interesting course but my instructors bore me. This is a small university unlike where I came from, so little air to breath here.
If you ask me about my grades, it’s fine. I get good grades. I have also met a lot of friends. They are all nice to me even though I came form Mexico. Dad, consider what I had already told you, come back here to teach. This university needs a mind like yours.
Dad, when you visit me, I will introduce Haley to you. She is the girl I’m telling you in my last letter. She is really eager to meet you.

Your Loving Son,
George Delos Santos

ang sya natapos n din ang isang maka blood searing, sweat pouring, tear shredding, heart breaking journey ng life…

guys (you know hu u r), mas marami pa taung pag dadaan…

dis is not the end yet, this is just the beginning…

just treasure the memories ‘coz the memories will help us fight another storm again…

in the end of one journey, i just want to tell how proud i am… i’ve always known that we can do it, i’ve always known that by spreading our wings, we will be able to fly… i’ve always known that we are here for each other for support when one is beginning to fell out of guts… i’ve always known that we can do better… i’ve always known that you will be able to do better…

even if i have to leave you sooner (just one more year to go)
whatever happens, wherever i am, whenever you need me, however i have to struggle, whoever of you needs me, i’m just some buttons on your cellphone away…

no matter how much struggles we go into, we will still be one… one in mind, heart and soul, with one mission and that is to share our talents, make others happy, and make us proud of ourselves…

they always tell us that we are just, but we will prove them wrong… you will prove them wrong…

my wish now is to see you bloom, like little buds of cattleya into full bloom orchids…

and i wish that when you bloom, you will help others to bloom too…

i extend to you my utmost love as you showed me how much you love me…

guys, i know you can do more… more than what we have done…

i love you… mwahhugz…