MELISSA QUIZON
I got out of the car. I don't take my eyes off him because maybe when I close my eyes he will disappear from my sight. Is this the well -known Wright Agoncillo? He used to be someone who can’t live without his helpers, can’t ride a jeep because his many cars. He was no longer the former Wright who could not endure under the heat of the sun and sweat. His last name is well-known because of the amount of company they have but here he is and he is threshing rice, pulling bones, his clothes are dirty, and his clothes are wet with sweat.
He has already changed.
It was as if something touched my heart when I noticed the weariness on his face. His companion saw me and said something to Wright.
My heart leaped as he slowly turned to me.
"Melissa!" He ran closer to us. I could no longer control myself so I met him. He hugged me around my waist and I wrapped my arm around his neck.
"I finally found you." The corner of my eye heats up.