The next day, we roamed around the Baclaran area to find an apartment for rent. We found one along Santa Rita Street and we transferred at once along with Mike Luna's family. We worked together and bought all the household equipment, utensils, furniture, bedding, and food. The apartment was huge enough for us and the Luna family that we incorporated our resources to go on with our lives.
One day, Ayah Isabel wanted to talk to me personally she invited me to a restaurant. We sat down and ordered some food and drink. She started to cry and looked at me in the eyes.
"What's the matter? Don't cry, tell me what's on your mind Ayah, I'm here to listen...."
"Marco, I'll tell you everything, what's going on while you're not here...but I believed that I've done everything that I could do..."
"Okay go on...I'm here to listen...go on...."