Part 2

“Hey honey! How is Vigan?”  My mom asks when she called halfway through the month

 “Amazing. Amazing is the one word I can think of to summarize Vigan. It has everything. I learned so much during the tour. We swam in nearby the Mindoro Beach Resort, rode a calesa around Vigan and the surrounding towns and visited St. Augustine Church in nearby Bantay and climb up its belfry to get a breath-taking view of the town. Through every part of the tour, grandma kept telling me all about Vigan and its cultures and history while Rose taught me how to make arroz caldo. Mom, I don’t know why I didn’t want to come here in the first place!”

Mom laughs. “Of course it’s amazing there. See? You didn’t have to make a fuss about anything after all. Did you meet Brian?”  She asks.

I sigh. “It’s not like that mom, he doesn’t want to come close to me. Every time I see him he’d walk away.” 

 “Well, just give him some time.” Dad says through the phone.

 “He’s gone through a lot. Why don’t you ask him? I think he’d want someone to tell all his pain to and you’re just what the doctor ordered.”

That cheered me up. So I waited for Brian every day. I waited for the perfect opportunity to talk to him alone but he was always surrounded with tutors and helpers. Whenever he was alone, I had something to do or grandma would teach me something new. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore; I barged in his room and found him crying over a picture.

 “What’s wrong Brian?” I asked with concern.

He won’t answer. “Brian, I think you need somebody to talk to. I’m here. Just tell me and I’ll listen.” I say.

He looks up from the picture and stares at me. Finally, I stood up and walked over to the door to give him some privacy. “Wait.” I do and he wipes his tears away.

“Fine. I’ll tell you. Did your mother ever mention anything about a sister?” I shake my head. “Well she did, her name was Rose. The Rose you know was named after her.”

“What happened to your mom?” I ask with worry.

 “She sent me here just like you and Rose. She promised she’d come back to get me when I was ten. She didn’t! She left me here! And do you know how that happened?” When I don’t answer, he nods to himself.

 “I don’t now anything else except that she died.” He looks at me. “I’m sorry I was rude to you. My mother left me this note telling me to. It was her only favor and I had to do it. I’ll be kinder now.”

I waited until he smiled and hugged me before I left the room, then it was true, Brian really was in pain but the pain is gone. And I feel happy because I helped.

The End

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