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Chapter 4 - Landed

I waited for an hour for my domestic flight to Tacloban after my fourteen-hour flight! This transit is indeed exhausting! But, it kept me occupied.

Exactly a week and a day after that tragic day of losing my entire family which led me to here- the Philippines. After seventeen years of dreaming on walking its soil, here I am with no sense of excitement but dread.

I don't know what awaits me here! I don't even know if someone will fetch me in Tacloban when I land. I hope there is or I'll be totally lost! Although I can speak Bisaya but not so much, my mom and dad talks by it in our household and I get to understand it somehow..

I can speak it too, a little, but accentuated and only limited words too. I hope Atty. Royale arranged my transit from the airport to my ancestral hope!

Cross fingers.

I looked around Manila airport earlier and it looked fine and clean. The airport is full of drama as always. But so do I.

Here I am now at Daniel Romualdez Airport in Tacloban!

It only took an hour for my domestic flight.

I am now officially near to the point of my destination. I was waiting for my six luggages and then, a co-passenger beside me spoke,

'Ka-paso sa labas!'

To which I totally don't understand so I just had an awkward smile at her. I caught her talking after seeing my awkward smile,

'Mahusay iton na dalaga.'

Which only made me scrunched both of my eyebrows because I am pretty sure that's not bisaya as how my parents had spoken!

My parents..

I swallowed the bile rising from my throat and tried so hard not to start crying again.

This is my last stop of transit and it's home.. Home..

Seems so strange to me now. I don't even know how my home from here looks like..

When I got my luggages, someone approached me, saying,

'Hain ka padurong, Miss?'

And I just shook my head but suddenly I remembered to speak,

'Dili'.

Which meant 'No' in Bisaya. And the man seemed to get it somehow.

When I stepped outside, I actually breathed out so loud in relief seeing a man flashing my name in a brown paper.

Wait, is that a cutout box cover? Oh, well!

It says, AMARA.