It happened not too long ago, in a country where superstition and supernatural phenomena are jsut around every corner of the street. I was probably seven or eight years of age at the time. I was at an age when I didn't believe in anything that was said to me, except maybe when it came to playing games and getting toys. My grandmother, Ligaya, a strict and devout believer in Christ taught me prayers of gratitude, forgiveness, patience, and more. This also included prayers to ward off demons, which I remember using wheneve I was playing with friends and cousins at nighttime or when I was by myself. Whenever I was afraid, I would the prayer and I would feel safe and unafaraid again.
When my uncle Jerry went to Norway for a scholarship the government granted him, he decided to buy a house which was situated in Polo.
To be continued.... |
