THE MEETING

SAMANTHA'S POV

I heard Leslie calling out, "Hey, Samantha!" I scowled at once.

I didn't want to ask inquiries when I was in front of her, "What again?" I answer in an irritated voice.

She joined me in my walk right away, standing next to me. Now that lunchtime has arrived, we're heading to the cafeteria.

"You should enter our History class later, huh." She said calmly, which made me chuckle. Ok, here we go again.

"Stupid, they say we have a field trip there next week." she chuckled.

Leslie is excited about everything, therefore that's who she is. I have no idea why she chose to be friends with me because I'm boring and have no interest in anything.

"Alright, sounds intriguing. I'll attend her class later." I tried to grin while answering coldly, "I'll go on the field trip too," I added then took a deep breath, and then sat down.

She raised his hands high as though he were celebrating, "Woah, you said it! Yeeesssss!" She exclaimed. I simply shrugged and got to work on my meal.

She is an attractive woman with the perfect amount of height, a white, slim physique, full eyebrows and eyelashes, brown eyes, and red lips. Although sluggish, talkative, and occasionally odd, she is also intelligent.

When I imagined my best friend, all I could do was shake my head.

Leslie's chitchat continued after our lunch had ended. Fortunately, there was no professor in the room yet as she just continued on talking despite the fact that we were already there.

When we abruptly noticed her at the door, we said "Good afternoon, Ms. Brielle Garcia." Although she appears to be just in her mid-40s, she is stunning, tall, and has a medium complexion.

She started with a medium height and low voice, "Your midterm is coming up, but before that, we will go on a field trip next week." I was lucky that she missed seeing me.

"Ms? Where are we going on the field trip, I mean, what is the exact location or place?" Vince inquired. My charming classmate ─ I don't have a crush on him huh.

Ms. Brielle sighed before continuing, "Nice question, Mr. Dalton. We will visit the Hacienda Santiago, which has been converted into a museum today as part of our research." She said with a bitterly smiled on her face.

Santiago's Hacienda? It seems like I've heard that somewhere before. Oh well, never mind.

As soon as our class was out for the day, I made the decision to visit San Agustin Church because it was Friday.

I just knelt down when I arrived and prayed intensely since I couldn't make it to the mass. Still, I find myself asking the Lord occasionally.

I sighed and said, "Lord, I am whole; I have a good family; my parents are caring; I get what I need—sometimes too much. How come, though? Why do I think something is missing?" I regrettably asked in my head.

I groaned once more and said, "Well, it doesn't matter; maybe the reason this is happening is that I don't have a boyfriend. I'm sorry Lord. Lol, I'm leaving." I added that pledge in my mind as I got up, made the sign of the cross, and walked out of the church.

"Help me, miss."

"Mother of a frog!" In disbelief, I said that in shock, what the hell is this kid, suddenly appearing out of nowhere. I sat down slightly so that we were both equal in height, "What are you doing? I'm surprised by you." I'm telling the truth.

"I'm sorry young lady, I didn't mean it." She apologized in a soft voice. I held my breath.

"What is that? What do you need?" When I asked her, I smiled slightly, so she wouldn't think I was angry.

"Money, I would like to buy food." She said gently, the sadness could be heard there. The poor toddler lived in a world he didn't ask for but didn't have a good life.

"Come, let's buy your food, I will join you," I said with a smile, a smile immediately appeared on her lips and her face brightened up, what a beautiful girl.

I took her to McDonald's and taught her what she wanted to eat. I ordered the ones she pointed out but dined in because I wanted to see that she would actually eat them. It's fun to watch her while she eats because she's so happy that she seems to be enjoying what he's eating.

"What's your name? Where are your parents?" I asked curiously. She immediately drank a coke to make the French fries she was chewing go down.

She smiled, "I'm Camilla," she introduced energetically. "But..." She sadly added and cut off what she was going to say. Her cheerful face was once again replaced by a longing like the first time I saw her earlier.

I frowned, "but what?" I asked curiously.

"My parents are gone, I don't know where they are, I don't know anything." She said sadly, then continued to eat. My heart felt like it was being crushed, poor toddler.

"Where do you sleep? How old are you? How do you eat every day?" My next question is out of curiosity because I really feel sorry for this toddler.

"In front of the church, on the side, there by the tree, I was laying cardboard there. I don't know how old I am because no one has taken care of me, but they say I'm eight years old and my birthday is September 13, that's what was written on the paper that was with me when I was left on the front of the church. I beg for food every day." She replied I can feel the sadness there. This toddler breaks my heart.

She finished eating and I took her back to the church, but I couldn't seem to leave her. The sadness of its eyes, looking for protection and love.

I sighed, "Camilla, let's have a deal. Ahh, this is 1000 pesos first, use this for your needs today and tomorrow. Then wait for me here tomorrow, I'll get back to you. Okay?" I said gently and smiled a little. May the Lord have mercy on you, toddler.

She smiled and accepted the money that I presented, "it's a lot of money, go ahead young lady... I'll wait for you, thank you very much." Then she hugs me. It was as if my heart was being caressed but there was a pinch of pain there.

"Don't call me young lady anymore, it's too old-fashioned, sissy. Well, sissy has to leave first, huh? Be careful here, I promise I'll be back." I promised this with a smile. She nodded in response. I don't know why but I feel sorry for that girl, can she be the one to make up what I feel is lacking in my personality? I do not know.