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LRT BOMBING

Bread. Bread. . .spare me a piece of bread. Believe me, I don't want to society but fate dooms me

to this deplorable situation.

We used to be a happy family. Dad was a good provider until that pitiful day in May. All I could

remember was Mom crying over the sad news of Dad's untimely death. e died in an airplane

crush and his remains was nowhere to be found.

Mom gallantly too! her responsibility as our guide and provider. Ben"o, Mom and I made up the

happy family we were once.

A day before #ew $ear, we too! the %& to evade the heavy traffic. I was in pin! dress, matched

with a pin! ribbon. As I mused with towering edifice on our way to lola, a great (ommotion

ensued. Mom embraced me tightly to shield me from apparent danger. )verything went fast.B**M. . . A D)+&(I-) )/%*+I*# W)# *.

0&I11A, ta!e care,0 she said and finally loosened her hold on me. er loo! was gloomy and

slowly she closed her eyes as she gave forth her last.

0Mom.0 I cried out loud as I struggled to get out from the bro!en seat. As I loo!ed at the crowd, I

saw everything in disorder2 people in commotion and crimson blood oo3ed from my Mom's

forehead.

0Mom,0 I cried bitterly embracing her lifeless body. )verything went dar!, dar!er until I found

myself in a hospital. Worst, Ben"o was nowhere to be found.

What awaits a small, incapable girl li!e me. #othing but a the bare truth of misfortune4dar!er

than the hundred nights. . . uncertain than a thousand blan! reality.

Bread, bread. . . give me a piece of bread.