I remember when we went to Quiapo Church. There was a little girl selling rosaries and bracelets. I talked to her and asked why she was selling them. She told me that she was selling them so she could have money for food. Her father was in prison, and her mother had passed away, so she was living with her older sister. While she was telling me her story, I couldn’t stop myself from crying. I’m really emotional when I hear stories like that. I wonder how she is doing now. She must be much older by now because it’s been a long time since we last went to Quiapo Church, especially since the pandemic.
Daily question Tell us about a stranger you met once and never forgot.
That makes me sad