The next morning, I barely slept.
I read the letter over and over again.
Then I sorted out all the contents of the bag.
I carefully returned the documents.
But I didn’t close the mattress anymore.
Instead, I put it all in one box.
I figured that when Michael got home, we would have to talk about everything.
Two days later, my phone rang.
Yes, Miguel.
“Anna, I’ll be home to-night,” she said.
This Is Your Tree.
“Okay. I have something to prepare for dinner.”
I had a strange feeling in my chest as I waited for him to come home.
That night, I heard the sound of a knock on the door.
Pumasok si Miguel.
Looks tired.
She smiled when she saw me.
“Miss in Miss Kita.”
He came over to give me a hug.
But before he could do that, I said:
“Miguel… We need to talk.”
Suddenly, he fell silent.
He seemed to know.
He slowly sat down on the sofa.
“Ana… “Am I going to go with your son?”
Tumango ako.
He didn’t look at me.
He was just stunned.
“I’m sorry if I lied to you.”
I approached.
The letter was placed on the table in front of him.
“Binasa ko.”
He looked up slowly.
There was fear in his eyes.
“Galit ka ba?”
This Is Your Tree.
“Hindi.”
Her eyes lit up.
“Surely ka?”
Tumango ako.
“But there’s one thing that makes me angry.”
Suddenly, he was nervous.
“Year?”
I grabbed his hand.
“Why didn’t you include me in your dream from the beginning?”
Suddenly, her eyes filled with tears.
He couldn’t speak.
I hugged him tightly.
And for the first time in many months, I felt peace return to my heart.
A few weeks later, we traveled to Cebu together.
As the car approached a small village, I noticed a lot of children playing on the road.
We stopped in front of a new building.
It is a small school.
At the top of the gate, it read:
“San Pedro Free Community School.”
I got a hold of my mouth.
“Miguel…”
Ngumiti siya.
“Surprise.”
The children slowly approached.
Teachers also came out from the inside.
Others applauded.
Others smiled.
“Thank you, Mr. Brown!” cried one of the boys.
I felt my eyes fill with tears.
Not out of sadness.
But it’s because of the sheer amount of fun.
Michael came over and grabbed my hand.
“Yes,” he said.
“This is my dream.”
He looked at the children.
“But I can’t do it alone.”
He looked at me.
“Would you like to help me run this school?”
I didn’t get an immediate response.
I looked around.
To the children who are smiling.
In a small building full of hope.
Then I turned to Michael.
At ngumiti.
“Syempre.”
That day the school opened for the first time.
Children who have never had the opportunity to study sit inside the classroom.
As I watched them, I realized something.
Minsan…
Secrets are not due to cheating.
Sometimes, secrets are due to dreams that want to be made into surprises.
And that night, as Miguel and I sat side by side in front of the small school, peace came back to us.
The weird smell that once scared me…
The secret that almost destroyed our trust…
All of that led to something better.
It is a new beginning.
It’s not just for us.
But for the hundreds of Filipino children who now have the opportunity to dream.
And as Michael took my hand, I said slowly:
“Now I understand why you’re hiding everything.”
Ngumiti siya.
“Bakit?”
I looked at the school.
“And because once upon a time… “The biggest surprises in life are the dreams we make for other people.”
For the first time in a long time…
We lay down on the bed without fear.
There are no secrets.
And there is no strange smell.
There is only silence.
At pag-ibig.
