It was a cold, cloudy morning. I was wearing that green uniform with beret on my head, neckerchief in my neck and white gloves. I loved my attire, and I had imagined myself walking down the road with other students wearing green, too.
I am a CAT Officer and I am much proud of it. I am so proud to say that I love joining parades with the other officers because it gives me fame when I hear people talk about how we perform. My friends say I look beautiful with my fatigue uniform. I look so awesome as I feel it.
That 25th day of January was nice and weird. What happened? I must to join the Grand Parade on that day. I woke up so early for I was very excited! But I felt quite nervous too. I thought I have to practice yet so as not to give shame to my school.
Being too early in arriving at school was to be shared with you. For others, it was a miracle. I go to school very late most often. But because I was excited, miracle happened.
After a few minutes, we walked down the street to assemble at the City Hall. I walked so smart! I just hope you were there to watch me. But yes, I really walked like someone walking at the Philippine Military Academy. They just don't know, my grandmother passed away five days ago. I had that strange feeling of excitement and loneliness.
"Kriiiing! Kriiiing!" My phone was ringing and it read "Tita Alma." My aunt was calling and I answered it. There, she told me to go home immediately because the parade was against our religion. I did not know what to do but I just cried. My friends accompanied me to ask permission from Mr. Rabaca for me to go home by that moment of time. I just did. But I did cry.
Tell me then... Was that day the feast of Vigan City? But I was not aware of anything! For me, that was just a lazy day in bed. Come on, tell me again! What day was that?
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