Every year, my dad, my sister and I would attend the feast day of the Black Nazarene. We would attend the first mass. It has been a tradition already that it is automatic come feast day, we would wake up very early to go to Quiapo. Tomorrow is no different. We would get up very early again. We have an addition to us three. My brother, our youngest, will be joining us. I am really hoping we could get inside the church. There will be a huge crowd tomorrow for sure.

In the afternoon tomorrow, I will be doing something for a neighbor. She’s our laundrywoman actually. She’s asking if I could check where she can get emi shielding. I don’t know where she’ll use it but I’ll gladly do it for her. She’s one of the very few good neighbors we have. One whom we can rely on when we need an ally.