One by one, all of them turned to leave. I suppressed my tears, even though I knew that I may never see them again. So I thought of a way to say goodbye without getting all too teary...
I found a stack of stationeries in the handbag I bought to the encounter. With a passion to write, I wrote to each of the schools that sent them.
The night before their departure, I didn't expect anyone to react because I assumed that they didn't know my name. I assumed this because I myself had a hard time memorizing their names. After dinner, I was surprised when the group from Nazareth school approached me and said thank you. Then more followed. It turns out that I had a classmate who was a cousin of a student there. They wanted to find out who the writer was.
Other schools found out when I was asked to deliver a speech before all the delegates. Of course they announced my name. By now, everyone knew who I was and what I did.
IT was a teary moment, we all shared the same belief, the same passion, even though some speaks Ilonggo, Bisaya and other dialects. That night I found out that everyone in this group is significant and I am ashamed of thinking myself as an insignificant creature. Thanks to them, I now know otherwise.
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