On the next day, I had to take a flight to Baguio. Another flight, another lag. But I’m used to it.
On that one-and-a-half-hour flight, I sat next to Atty. Pedregosa. He said he was on vacation and he was going to visit Red Cross. I asked him what has been going on at the local chapter while I was gone. He said that Andres Ramos III is now one of the big guys of the Red Cross. That was no big surprise to me. Jhim and Froi now own their own engineering firm. Jhun now works in a research lab at Vietnam, probably working on a new miracle drug. As for the rest of the guys, I was to see them for myself because I decided to join him on his visit to the chapter.
At the chapter, I saw Ate Ma-an. She was still there. I was no longer a Pledge 25 member because I was already old for that. But I still gave 450 cc of blood for old time’s sake. Kuya Bobby, Jeff, Naki, and Arnel were no where in sight so I asked Ate Ma-an where they were. It turned out that she had no idea where they were.
It was time to say goodbye because I had to go ‘home’ to the place where I grew up. It was time to see that place once again even though my parents and sisters no longer live there. I just wanted to see that place one more time. It’s a good thing that my doctor still lived there. He let me stay at their place while I was in Baguio.
I toured the whole city and found a really amazing building. I found out that Wilgie, a well-known architect, designed that building. That building looked like a flame. Well, that’s what I think, at least. That building is known as the trade center of the whole city and is the pride and joy of its citizens.
To be continued...
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