Since the concrete highway was blistering, we walked along the narrow dirt shoulder, which was less hot but still burned through the soles of my GI boots. Anita, barefoot as usual, didn’t seem to mind. Nor, in her white dress and wide brimmed woven hat, did she seem bothered by the afternoon sun beating down on us, while I perspired heavily and had to stop to rest now and then under a tree.
Tuluyang umiyak si Nanay. Umungol lamang si Tatay. Nanlilisik ang matang tumingin sa lambat at pagkatapos ay bumaling sa akin.