Summer NIghts

In a province of Manila. There is a prosperous and peaceful town. It is hidden and the very end where the expanse of the ocean can be seen. Where to see the beauty of the mountains.Here I grew up and saw the gradual growth of Hacienda Montenegro. I am one of those who help make organic mats, backpacks, chairs made of solid wood from the mountains of our town.I can say I am content with provincial life here. Abundant in living and natural resources. My grandparents raised me when my father and mother died in a forest fire. Because our house was in the middle of the forest , they did not survive the relentless fire.I was eleven years old when I was orphaned and adopted by my grandmother and grandfather and brought here from the mountains. They had no one with them, especially since their only child was my Father. I help my grandfather harvest rice. I help make a backpack and a mat for grandma once in a while. That helped my studies because of the money raised from there.Many of them

I never told grandma Tessa what happened to me in the Montenegro mansion. I also lied and said that I borrowed the dress of a fellow haciendera because I was short on my dress.I’m here now at the beach and picking up shells. Apart from the shells I also found different colored stones. I also picked up that additional decoration for the necklace and bracelet I would make made of shells.Every time I pick up I put in a plastic bag. The sun is hot and my skin is a little sore. But because I used to feel like I just didn't have it.In the distance I could see the mansion. II slowly approached the stone steps of the Montenegro’s mansion.Their mansion was at the top of the hill. The bottom is surrounded by rocks where the bottom is beach and vast sea. On each side of it there are rows of sun loungers that maybe they assume.I slowly went upstairs. But I heard some voice. I stiffened when I heard the woman's soft voice. On a plant full of flowers. I hid there and searched for the noise.Th

"I'm fine. I-I want to go home." The doctor treated my wounds. But I was more worried about grandma. Maybe what will happen to her when she finds out. His forehead was furrowed and his serious eyes were on me. The anger did not disappear from his expression. "Be here first hija. I've called your grandmother Tessa. She'll be here soon." Mrs. Patricia sitting next to me. There was concern on her face. I was ashamed of their help to me. "Thank you so much ma'am." I also looked at Manuel. I smiled at him sparingly. "Thank you too Manuel. I really didn't know that would happen like that. I trusted Domeng because he is from our village." My system became bitter. Mixed with anger and sadness. "You are no different from me, hija. Especially your grandfather Berny and grandmother Tessa. They serve the clan for a long time. So even in this way we can help in any way." Senyora's facial expression was soft. You wouldn't think she has a child because she still looks young . "Manuel? What's

My hand trembled as I placed the bracelet made of shells on top of Lolo's coffin. My tears fell little by little, and the sobs of my grandmother prevailed around me. Many sympathized with us. On the other hand, we are facing Montenegro. Senior and Seniora, while the Montenegro brothers are on the side. Next to Manuel is Chloe. They helped us a lot to give grandpa a suitable burial. "Berny, my husband. I wanna go with you." Grandma passed out on the ground while Grandpa's coffin slowly sank. I bit my lip and held back a sob. I grabbed grandma by the arm and pulled her. "G-Grandma, that's right." Those who attended were sobbing with their grandmother's grief. "No! Your grandfather said he'd guide you! He said you would go to college in Manila. He says-" I knelt and hugged grandma when I couldn't take it anymore—tearing my heart with pain. The happy times we had with my grandfather and grandmother are still etched in my memory. Grandma's friends helped me carry her. Little by

Is there anyone in this world who cares more than me? I grew up without parents. I only have grandma and grandpa. Now, they both left me. I understand their loss. I realized that maybe now they are in heaven. I also understood how my grandmother loved my grandfather. Tears welled up in my eyes as I fixed my clothes. Grandma was buried yesterday. At the same time as her funeral, Senior and Seniora decided to adopt me. If only someone else could help me, I would have refused. For now, only I can help myself. I looked around our tiny home. My heart breaks. Too much. I can return her every day and clean it. I got into the SUV that was waiting for me. Montenegro s driver picked up—sadness, nervousness, and regret. Many people want to help me and feel sorry for me. Many friends of their grandfather and grandmother sympathized with me, especially senior Juanito. As soon as the car entered the high gate of the mansion, my chest pounded. "We're here, Aurora." The driver said to me and