It was yet another bright Saturday morning but I couldn’t just leave my bed at the moment. Curling up in bed for long hours after a week’s worth of work is what I love during the weekend. But somehow, there was a noise from the kitchen which woke my still sleepy self. It was just 7 in the morning, what was the commotion all about?

There were two people discussing something I could hardly understand. It was my tito pastor talking to someone, but that someone was not answering back or maybe I couldn’t just hear what he/she was saying. Why so early? Couldn’t it wait until the afternoon? And who was he? Read More