Edmund and I had seen Pope John Paul, the one who’s now a saint. That was before we got married.
My sister and I were walking in Espana, Sampaloc, Manila when we noticed lots of people standing on the side of the road waiting for someone. We thought maybe there’s a parade of artistas. In two minutes, the carosa bearing the Pope were in front of us. The Pope looked radiant and saintly. He was smiling and waiving at the crowd. Everything happened so fast. We couldn’t believe what had just happened, who we just saw. Super swerte. Mukha syang angel.
My children haven’t seen a pope. Oyen want’s to see him. My son naman, he hasn’t said anything. Paano kaya? Is he going to pass by EDSA? Shall we start camping in Roxas Blvd or Luneta Park?
I saw his photo today in the newspaper with Angelina Jolie. They met last Thursday. A good friend of the Pope arranged for the meeting. I have to meet his friend too.
Are you friends with Kris Aquino? Kasi the Pope is going to Malacanang. I have four days to befriend Kris. Sobrang rush naman. Friendship takes time to develop. Even if Kris and I become friends soon, we won’t be that close yet for her to invite me over to the palace. Lamang si Vice Ganda sa akin.
I told Edmund we should fly to Tacloban tomorrow and wait for the Pope there. There’s a higher probability of seeing him in Tacloban.
The Pope is going to SM Arena, UST, Luneta. Our chances are nil. We might have a better chance of bumping into him in Italy.
Nood na lang sa tv.
(at PGH Blessing of the Sick)
