JACOB PEREZ "Son? Where are you?"  That is the exact words that I heard to my father a years ago. Rinig ko pa ang malalim nitong paghinga. Na tila ba takot na takot at kinakabahan. "School," simpleng sagot ko. Napatingin pa ako sa mga estudyanteng nakakasalubong ko sa hallway. They keep on staring at me and as usual, I always put my devilish smirk.  "Come here, track my phone. Son, please, do your best to come here on time," aniya bago patayin ang tawag.  And that is my go signal. Nagmadali akong naglakad at pumunta s