A Short Tale: Hospital Garden / Hardin sa Ospital
Note: This is reposted from my GaiaOnline account. I edited a bit to make it look clearer. The Filipino version is at the bottom, though you may want to skip it. As for my fellow Filipinos, look at the original one before reading the English one. I think the first version is better, since I translate it by context.
I also had to change a paragraph to match the English language or something.
Notes: Originally written in Filipino, I translated it for everyone. I am really proud of it, so I thought I'd share it. This was inspired by a hospital I'm always admitted in. A sickly person can still be a writer.
Background: This had been an idea in my mind for almost a year. A sick girl and a young male gardener; the story happens in a hospital garden.
--
I often wake up to the rays of the sun and the touch of the wind. In my mind, it's another day - visitors to greet, patients to entertain, and staff to talk to - in front of me. Thank God, I can still do all of this!
Oh, they call me Alfonso. I'm adopted by a cook. For boredom to rest somewhere else, I took care of the garden of the hospital - one of the most beautiful places I've been to.
In this garden, there are roses, sunflowers, ilang-ilangs, sampaguitas, gumamelas, bougainvilleas, and santans. They were of different colors, yet they were still arranged. If we were to compare it with the Cartesian plane, the kinds of flowers were the integers of the x-axis and the colors represented the y-axis. It's really lovely if you look at them from above - as if a rainbow on land.
There was one time in which I was watering my sunflowers, when Dr. Oracion, one of my doctor friends, called me, "Come here, I'll introduce you."
He is a foreigner, that's why he finds it hard to speak in my native language, so I told him to just speak in English, as I understand the language.
"Alfonso, this is Yulya. Yulya, this is Alfonso."
And I saw the most beautiful creature. Her hair was corn-yellow, her eyes are shiny and blue, her complexion is white, she looks very cheerful. Yes, obviously she was one of the Westerners. If ever she had said something, I had not noticed, for I only took note of the way she spoke - really calm - and she wore a sweet smile.
"-fonso...Alfonso!" Dr. Oracion waved his hand in front of eyes to get my attention.
"Eh...what is it, doctor?" I asked.
"Yulya likes this place, so she'll stay for a while, okay?"
"I see..."
As soon as Dr. Oracion turned, Yulya asked me, "Do you know Spanish?"
"A little," I answered in my native language, when I remembered she was also a foreigner, and maybe she didn't understand me, "Eh, Filipino, do you know it?"
To my shock, she answered me in the same language, "Of course! I grew up here, even I was born in Germany."
"Ah...I see. Where in Germany?"
"Um...in Ilmenau, my parents said. Ah, ya, you're adopted? What happened to your parents?"
"Yes, I'm just adopted..."
I didn't continue my answer. I just looked at my sunflowers. The next moments were spent in silence. Yulya seemed to think of something to say.
"This garden is beautiful, yes? Specially the sunflowers," she stated, "I wish it will always be sunny."
"Yet the skies still pour theirs sorrows. Anywhere you go, the rains come, again and again."
"But they shall stop, and the sun shall take its mighty place in the heavens again, to show a majestic rainbow, like this one!"
She pointed to my flowers.
"Yulya, let's take a check-up," Dr. Oracion called.
"Coming! Well, 'til tomorrow, then, Alfonso. Bye!"
"Sure, be careful, okay?"
From then on, Yulya always went to the garden. I was pleased, for whenever we see each other, we would grab the opportunity to voice out our thoughts, life, likes, dislikes, and knowledge. We always had various stories to enjoy listening to. Indeed we don't play much, since her condition would worsen, yet we were happy in just telling tales of wonder.
She'd always say, "It's beautiful here, yes? Most specially the sunflowers...it's as if a rainbow from above...I wish it was always sunny. Don't worry - the rains shall stop soon! The sun shall shine again, and the rainbow shall show itself."
Once, she had mentioned to me, "Alfonso, this is only between the three of us - Dr. Oracion, you, and me - okay?"
"...sure. What is it?" I nervously asked, with a bad feeling inside of me.
"Dr. Oracion told me I'm pregnant."
Say what?!
"You heard me. It's only between us, okay? Don't tell anyone else, not even your adoptive parent. I repeat, it's only between Dr. Oracion, you, and me."
I was so shocked. I can't even believe what she said.
After that, I never saw her again. I didn't ask Dr. Oracion for I am afraid. I was expecting my tears to fall down for my friend. My former playmates would often say that I'm a coward - because I really am.
Several months had passed when Dr. Oracion decided to enroll me again in school to ease my sadness. When I entered secondary level once more, I felt an extraordinary happiness. I learned things I didn't hear from Yulya. Only that, I yearned for the happiness we shared; it was more fun to be with her, because even if I am older than her, she is more mature than I am in terms of the way we think. She has a better perspective in life, amazing me.
I didn't forget the garden. The garden which was the rainbow of the hospital is still nurtured in my care. The sunflowers which had followed the sun for generations became my favorites.
Years passed. I had finished my studies. I'm 28 years old now, but I'm still the gardener of the same hospital. Someone needs to do it, so that the rainbow shall remain.
One day, while watering my sunflowers, a feminine voice called, "Alfonso!"
I looked, but I can't see where the voice is coming from, for I had requested the hospital to enlarge the area for gardening.
"Hey, Alfonso!"
"I can't hear you, talk to me!"
"Oh, great...hey, it's even lovelier than before! Most specially your sunflowers. It's now a bigger rainbow! You know what, the lives of the patients wouldn't be sunny if not for you. When they are experiencing a rain, they'll just look at this place and they shall remember that the beams shall kiss the earth again...and the rainbow shall appear."
I found where it was coming from. It's just at the end of the row of the sunflowers. It was...
"Hey, remember me? I'm Yulya!"
...and...
Hardin sa Ospital
Mga Tauhan:
- Alfonso - 15 taong gulang; hardinero ng ospital
- Yulya - 13 taong gulang; pasyente ni Dr. Oracion
- Dr. Oracion - foreigner na doktor na malapit kay Alfonso
Tagpuan - Hardin ng Ospital
Madalas akong nagigising sa sinag ng araw at ihip ng hangin. Sa aking isipan, isa na namang araw - mga bisitang babatiin, mga pasyenteng papasayahin, at tauhan ng ospital na kakamustahin - ang nasa harapan ko. Salamat sa Diyos, magagawa ko pa rin ito!
Nga pala, tawag nila sa akin ay Alfonso. Ampon ako ng isa sa mga kusinera. Upang hindi ako mabagot, inalagaan ko ang hardin ng ospital - ang isa sa mga pinakamagandang lugar na napuntahan ko.
Dito sa hardin, may mga rosas, mirasol, ilang-ilang, sampagita, gumamela, bugambilya, at santan. Iba't iba ang kulay, ngunit nakaayos din ayon dito. Kumbaga kung ilalagay sa x at y axes, sa x-axis ay ang mga klase ng bulaklak, at sa y-axis ay ang mga kulay. Marikit kung titingnan mula sa itaas; tila bahaghari sa lupa.
Dinidiligan ko ang aking mga mirasol, nang tinawag ako ni Dr. Oracion, isa sa mga doktor na kinaibigan ko, "Punta ka dito. Pakilala kita."
Dayuhan siya, kaya pamali-mali ang Tagalog niya, ngunit hindi ko na pinapansin, at pilit na iniintindi. Minsan, pinapaalala ko sa kanya na marunong ako ng Ingles, subalit nais niyang magsalita ng magsalita ng Tagalog, pangpraktis.
"Alfonso, ito si Yulya. Yulya, this is Alfonso."
Nakita ko ang pinakamagandang nilalang. Kulay-mais ang buhok, makinang na asul ang mga mata, maputi ang balat, mukhang masayahin. Oo, halatang isa sa mga Kanluranin. Kung may sinabi man siya, hindi ko na napansin, basta noong nagsalita siya, ang lumanay ng boses, at nagpakita ng matamis na ngiti.
"-fonso...Alfonso!" kinaway ni Dr. Oracion ang kamay niya sa harap ng mata ko upang makuha ang aking atensyon.
"E...po?" sagot ko.
"Gusto ni Yulya dito, kaya dito siya muna, okay?"
"Sige po."
Pagkatalikod ni Dr. Oracion, tinanong ako ni Yulya, "'Runong ka ng English? Spanish?"
"Kaunti," tango ko, nang maalala kong dayuhan din si Yulya at baka hindi pala ako naiintindihan, "E Tagalog, marunong ka ba?"
"Syempre. Dito ako lumaki, kahit sa Alemanya ako ipinanganak."
"A...ganoon pala. Saan sa Alemanya?"
"Um...sabi ng parents ko sa Ilmenau. Ah, ya, ampon ka lang daw? Ano nangyari sa parents mo?"
"Oo, ampon lang ako..."
Hindi ko na itinuloy ang sasabihin ko. Napatingin na lang ako sa aking mga mirasol. Ang mga sumunod na sandali ay napalitan ng kapayapaan. Tila nag-isip si Yulya.
"Ganda ng hardin, 'no? Lalo na yaong mga sunflower," nawika niya, "Sana laging umaaraw."
"Ngunit umuulan din. Kahit saan ka magpunta, darating at darating."
"Subalit, titigil, aaraw, at magpapakita ang bahaghari, gaya nito."
Itinuro niya ang aking mga bulaklak.
"Yulya, let's take a check-up," tawag ni Dr. Oracion.
"Coming! Sige, bukas ulit, Alfonso. Bye!"
"Sige, ingat ka, ha?"
Simula noon, lagi nang pumupunta si Yulya sa hardin. Nasisiyahan ako, sapagkat tuwing kami ay nagkikita, nakakapag-usap kami tungkol sa aming buhay, mga hilig at ayaw, at mga kaalaman. Marami kaming kwentong kinagiliwan ng isa't isa. Hindi nga kami gaanong naglalaro, sapagkat mabibinat daw siya, ngunit masaya na kami sa pagkukwentuhan lang.
Palagi niyang nasasabi, "Ang ganda dito, 'no? Lalo na ang mga sunflower...tila bahaghari kung nasa itaas ka...sana laging maaraw. 'Wag kang mag-alala, titigil din yang ulan. Aaraw, tapos magpapakita ang bahaghari."
Minsan, nabanggit niya sa akin, "Alfonso, sa 'ting tatlo ni Dr. Oracion lang ito a."
"...sige. Ano iyon?" tanong ko.
"Sabi ni Dr. Oracion, buntis ako."
Maaari mo bang ulitin?!
"Narinig mo ako. Sa atin lang ito. Huwag mong sasabihin sa iba, huwag sa umampon sa iyo. Sa ating tatlo lang ni Dr. Oracion, inuulit ko."
Ganoon na lang ang gulat ko. Hindi ako makapaniwala sa sinabi niya.
Pagkatapos noon ay hindi ko na siya nakita. Hindi ako nagtanong kay Dr. Oracion sapagkat natatakot ako. Baka lang mapaiyak ako para sa kaibigan ko. Duwag daw ako, sabi ng dati kong kalaro. Tama pala.
Ilang buwan pa ang lumipas nang magpasya si Dr. Oracion na pag-aralin ako upang maibsan ang aking kalungkutan. Sa aking pagpuntang muli sa sekondarya, nakaramdam ako ng kakaibang saya. Natuto ako ng mga bagay na hindi ko nalaman mula kay Yulya. Yaon nga lang, mas masaya kapag kasama siya, dahil kahit na mas matanda ako sa kanya, mas malalim kung siya'y mag-isip at maganda ang pananaw niya sa buhay, kaya't ako'y hangang-hanga sa kanya.
Hindi ko kinalimutan ang hardin. Ang hardin na bahaghari ng ospital ay lagi kong inalagaan. Ang mga mirasol na sumusunod sa araw ang aking naging paborito.
Nagdaan ang mga taon. Nakapagtapos ako. Dalawampu't walong taong gulang na ako, ngunit ang pag-aalaga pa rin ng hardin ang aking trabaho. Kailangan may gumawa nito, upang manatili ang bahaghari dito.
Isang araw, habang dinidiligan ko ang mga mirasol, may tumawag sa akin, "Alfonso!"
Napatingin ako, ngunit hindi ko makita kung saan nanggagaling, sapagkat sadyang pinalaki ko ang espasyo para sa mga bulaklak.
"Hoy, Alfonso!"
"Hindi kita makita, kausapin mo ako!"
"Hay, naku...mas lalong gumanda rito. Lalo na yaong mga mirasol mo. Napakalaking bahaghari na. Maaraw lagi ang buhay ng mga pasyente dahil sa iyo. Kapag sila'y nakaranas ng bagyo, titingin lang sila dito at maaalala na aaraw muli...at magpapakita ang bahaghari."
Hinanap ko ang boses, nagsimula sa hanay ng mga mirasol. Sa dulo nito ay...
"'Di mo ba ako naaalala? Ako si Yulya."
I also had to change a paragraph to match the English language or something.
Notes: Originally written in Filipino, I translated it for everyone. I am really proud of it, so I thought I'd share it. This was inspired by a hospital I'm always admitted in. A sickly person can still be a writer.
Background: This had been an idea in my mind for almost a year. A sick girl and a young male gardener; the story happens in a hospital garden.
--
I often wake up to the rays of the sun and the touch of the wind. In my mind, it's another day - visitors to greet, patients to entertain, and staff to talk to - in front of me. Thank God, I can still do all of this!
Oh, they call me Alfonso. I'm adopted by a cook. For boredom to rest somewhere else, I took care of the garden of the hospital - one of the most beautiful places I've been to.
In this garden, there are roses, sunflowers, ilang-ilangs, sampaguitas, gumamelas, bougainvilleas, and santans. They were of different colors, yet they were still arranged. If we were to compare it with the Cartesian plane, the kinds of flowers were the integers of the x-axis and the colors represented the y-axis. It's really lovely if you look at them from above - as if a rainbow on land.
There was one time in which I was watering my sunflowers, when Dr. Oracion, one of my doctor friends, called me, "Come here, I'll introduce you."
He is a foreigner, that's why he finds it hard to speak in my native language, so I told him to just speak in English, as I understand the language.
"Alfonso, this is Yulya. Yulya, this is Alfonso."
And I saw the most beautiful creature. Her hair was corn-yellow, her eyes are shiny and blue, her complexion is white, she looks very cheerful. Yes, obviously she was one of the Westerners. If ever she had said something, I had not noticed, for I only took note of the way she spoke - really calm - and she wore a sweet smile.
"-fonso...Alfonso!" Dr. Oracion waved his hand in front of eyes to get my attention.
"Eh...what is it, doctor?" I asked.
"Yulya likes this place, so she'll stay for a while, okay?"
"I see..."
As soon as Dr. Oracion turned, Yulya asked me, "Do you know Spanish?"
"A little," I answered in my native language, when I remembered she was also a foreigner, and maybe she didn't understand me, "Eh, Filipino, do you know it?"
To my shock, she answered me in the same language, "Of course! I grew up here, even I was born in Germany."
"Ah...I see. Where in Germany?"
"Um...in Ilmenau, my parents said. Ah, ya, you're adopted? What happened to your parents?"
"Yes, I'm just adopted..."
I didn't continue my answer. I just looked at my sunflowers. The next moments were spent in silence. Yulya seemed to think of something to say.
"This garden is beautiful, yes? Specially the sunflowers," she stated, "I wish it will always be sunny."
"Yet the skies still pour theirs sorrows. Anywhere you go, the rains come, again and again."
"But they shall stop, and the sun shall take its mighty place in the heavens again, to show a majestic rainbow, like this one!"
She pointed to my flowers.
"Yulya, let's take a check-up," Dr. Oracion called.
"Coming! Well, 'til tomorrow, then, Alfonso. Bye!"
"Sure, be careful, okay?"
From then on, Yulya always went to the garden. I was pleased, for whenever we see each other, we would grab the opportunity to voice out our thoughts, life, likes, dislikes, and knowledge. We always had various stories to enjoy listening to. Indeed we don't play much, since her condition would worsen, yet we were happy in just telling tales of wonder.
She'd always say, "It's beautiful here, yes? Most specially the sunflowers...it's as if a rainbow from above...I wish it was always sunny. Don't worry - the rains shall stop soon! The sun shall shine again, and the rainbow shall show itself."
Once, she had mentioned to me, "Alfonso, this is only between the three of us - Dr. Oracion, you, and me - okay?"
"...sure. What is it?" I nervously asked, with a bad feeling inside of me.
"Dr. Oracion told me I'm pregnant."
Say what?!
"You heard me. It's only between us, okay? Don't tell anyone else, not even your adoptive parent. I repeat, it's only between Dr. Oracion, you, and me."
I was so shocked. I can't even believe what she said.
After that, I never saw her again. I didn't ask Dr. Oracion for I am afraid. I was expecting my tears to fall down for my friend. My former playmates would often say that I'm a coward - because I really am.
Several months had passed when Dr. Oracion decided to enroll me again in school to ease my sadness. When I entered secondary level once more, I felt an extraordinary happiness. I learned things I didn't hear from Yulya. Only that, I yearned for the happiness we shared; it was more fun to be with her, because even if I am older than her, she is more mature than I am in terms of the way we think. She has a better perspective in life, amazing me.
I didn't forget the garden. The garden which was the rainbow of the hospital is still nurtured in my care. The sunflowers which had followed the sun for generations became my favorites.
Years passed. I had finished my studies. I'm 28 years old now, but I'm still the gardener of the same hospital. Someone needs to do it, so that the rainbow shall remain.
One day, while watering my sunflowers, a feminine voice called, "Alfonso!"
I looked, but I can't see where the voice is coming from, for I had requested the hospital to enlarge the area for gardening.
"Hey, Alfonso!"
"I can't hear you, talk to me!"
"Oh, great...hey, it's even lovelier than before! Most specially your sunflowers. It's now a bigger rainbow! You know what, the lives of the patients wouldn't be sunny if not for you. When they are experiencing a rain, they'll just look at this place and they shall remember that the beams shall kiss the earth again...and the rainbow shall appear."
I found where it was coming from. It's just at the end of the row of the sunflowers. It was...
"Hey, remember me? I'm Yulya!"
...and...
Hardin sa Ospital
Mga Tauhan:
- Alfonso - 15 taong gulang; hardinero ng ospital
- Yulya - 13 taong gulang; pasyente ni Dr. Oracion
- Dr. Oracion - foreigner na doktor na malapit kay Alfonso
Tagpuan - Hardin ng Ospital
Madalas akong nagigising sa sinag ng araw at ihip ng hangin. Sa aking isipan, isa na namang araw - mga bisitang babatiin, mga pasyenteng papasayahin, at tauhan ng ospital na kakamustahin - ang nasa harapan ko. Salamat sa Diyos, magagawa ko pa rin ito!
Nga pala, tawag nila sa akin ay Alfonso. Ampon ako ng isa sa mga kusinera. Upang hindi ako mabagot, inalagaan ko ang hardin ng ospital - ang isa sa mga pinakamagandang lugar na napuntahan ko.
Dito sa hardin, may mga rosas, mirasol, ilang-ilang, sampagita, gumamela, bugambilya, at santan. Iba't iba ang kulay, ngunit nakaayos din ayon dito. Kumbaga kung ilalagay sa x at y axes, sa x-axis ay ang mga klase ng bulaklak, at sa y-axis ay ang mga kulay. Marikit kung titingnan mula sa itaas; tila bahaghari sa lupa.
Dinidiligan ko ang aking mga mirasol, nang tinawag ako ni Dr. Oracion, isa sa mga doktor na kinaibigan ko, "Punta ka dito. Pakilala kita."
Dayuhan siya, kaya pamali-mali ang Tagalog niya, ngunit hindi ko na pinapansin, at pilit na iniintindi. Minsan, pinapaalala ko sa kanya na marunong ako ng Ingles, subalit nais niyang magsalita ng magsalita ng Tagalog, pangpraktis.
"Alfonso, ito si Yulya. Yulya, this is Alfonso."
Nakita ko ang pinakamagandang nilalang. Kulay-mais ang buhok, makinang na asul ang mga mata, maputi ang balat, mukhang masayahin. Oo, halatang isa sa mga Kanluranin. Kung may sinabi man siya, hindi ko na napansin, basta noong nagsalita siya, ang lumanay ng boses, at nagpakita ng matamis na ngiti.
"-fonso...Alfonso!" kinaway ni Dr. Oracion ang kamay niya sa harap ng mata ko upang makuha ang aking atensyon.
"E...po?" sagot ko.
"Gusto ni Yulya dito, kaya dito siya muna, okay?"
"Sige po."
Pagkatalikod ni Dr. Oracion, tinanong ako ni Yulya, "'Runong ka ng English? Spanish?"
"Kaunti," tango ko, nang maalala kong dayuhan din si Yulya at baka hindi pala ako naiintindihan, "E Tagalog, marunong ka ba?"
"Syempre. Dito ako lumaki, kahit sa Alemanya ako ipinanganak."
"A...ganoon pala. Saan sa Alemanya?"
"Um...sabi ng parents ko sa Ilmenau. Ah, ya, ampon ka lang daw? Ano nangyari sa parents mo?"
"Oo, ampon lang ako..."
Hindi ko na itinuloy ang sasabihin ko. Napatingin na lang ako sa aking mga mirasol. Ang mga sumunod na sandali ay napalitan ng kapayapaan. Tila nag-isip si Yulya.
"Ganda ng hardin, 'no? Lalo na yaong mga sunflower," nawika niya, "Sana laging umaaraw."
"Ngunit umuulan din. Kahit saan ka magpunta, darating at darating."
"Subalit, titigil, aaraw, at magpapakita ang bahaghari, gaya nito."
Itinuro niya ang aking mga bulaklak.
"Yulya, let's take a check-up," tawag ni Dr. Oracion.
"Coming! Sige, bukas ulit, Alfonso. Bye!"
"Sige, ingat ka, ha?"
Simula noon, lagi nang pumupunta si Yulya sa hardin. Nasisiyahan ako, sapagkat tuwing kami ay nagkikita, nakakapag-usap kami tungkol sa aming buhay, mga hilig at ayaw, at mga kaalaman. Marami kaming kwentong kinagiliwan ng isa't isa. Hindi nga kami gaanong naglalaro, sapagkat mabibinat daw siya, ngunit masaya na kami sa pagkukwentuhan lang.
Palagi niyang nasasabi, "Ang ganda dito, 'no? Lalo na ang mga sunflower...tila bahaghari kung nasa itaas ka...sana laging maaraw. 'Wag kang mag-alala, titigil din yang ulan. Aaraw, tapos magpapakita ang bahaghari."
Minsan, nabanggit niya sa akin, "Alfonso, sa 'ting tatlo ni Dr. Oracion lang ito a."
"...sige. Ano iyon?" tanong ko.
"Sabi ni Dr. Oracion, buntis ako."
Maaari mo bang ulitin?!
"Narinig mo ako. Sa atin lang ito. Huwag mong sasabihin sa iba, huwag sa umampon sa iyo. Sa ating tatlo lang ni Dr. Oracion, inuulit ko."
Ganoon na lang ang gulat ko. Hindi ako makapaniwala sa sinabi niya.
Pagkatapos noon ay hindi ko na siya nakita. Hindi ako nagtanong kay Dr. Oracion sapagkat natatakot ako. Baka lang mapaiyak ako para sa kaibigan ko. Duwag daw ako, sabi ng dati kong kalaro. Tama pala.
Ilang buwan pa ang lumipas nang magpasya si Dr. Oracion na pag-aralin ako upang maibsan ang aking kalungkutan. Sa aking pagpuntang muli sa sekondarya, nakaramdam ako ng kakaibang saya. Natuto ako ng mga bagay na hindi ko nalaman mula kay Yulya. Yaon nga lang, mas masaya kapag kasama siya, dahil kahit na mas matanda ako sa kanya, mas malalim kung siya'y mag-isip at maganda ang pananaw niya sa buhay, kaya't ako'y hangang-hanga sa kanya.
Hindi ko kinalimutan ang hardin. Ang hardin na bahaghari ng ospital ay lagi kong inalagaan. Ang mga mirasol na sumusunod sa araw ang aking naging paborito.
Nagdaan ang mga taon. Nakapagtapos ako. Dalawampu't walong taong gulang na ako, ngunit ang pag-aalaga pa rin ng hardin ang aking trabaho. Kailangan may gumawa nito, upang manatili ang bahaghari dito.
Isang araw, habang dinidiligan ko ang mga mirasol, may tumawag sa akin, "Alfonso!"
Napatingin ako, ngunit hindi ko makita kung saan nanggagaling, sapagkat sadyang pinalaki ko ang espasyo para sa mga bulaklak.
"Hoy, Alfonso!"
"Hindi kita makita, kausapin mo ako!"
"Hay, naku...mas lalong gumanda rito. Lalo na yaong mga mirasol mo. Napakalaking bahaghari na. Maaraw lagi ang buhay ng mga pasyente dahil sa iyo. Kapag sila'y nakaranas ng bagyo, titingin lang sila dito at maaalala na aaraw muli...at magpapakita ang bahaghari."
Hinanap ko ang boses, nagsimula sa hanay ng mga mirasol. Sa dulo nito ay...
"'Di mo ba ako naaalala? Ako si Yulya."