WRIGHT AGONCILLO
My hands were folded as I walked closer to my car. I was disgusted with myself because I could do nothing. I'm the one who's wrong. I'm the one to blame. I was the one who was scared. I couldn't bear the pain in my fist because of hitting the wall earlier, it was even more painful to see that my family was happy with that doctor. I just can’t get close to them because it might get messy.
I opened my car and quickly got in there. I gripped the steering wheel tightly. What do I need to do for my family to forgive me?
I looked at a church I passed by. I manipulated my car and turned there. I haven't talked to Him in years. So maybe my life is like this because I have forgotten Him.
I got out of the car, I immediately put on my dark glasses so no one would recognize me. I can’t pray properly if there are so many around me. I entered through its large door.
I saw the priest bow in the middle of the altar. We are the only two people here.