General Santos City
There is a divine will guiding things in the unseen. I’m lazy about going out, but if I hadn’t suddenly decided to stroll that street in MOA that night, this story would never have begun. I’ve never considered visiting another city just for entertainment. This time I bought the ticket, though expensive, to keep my promise to attend the Singles’ camp. I’m not much of a traveler, especially the hardships during trips. I still remember the good memory from when I was 8 years old, lying on the upper berth of the standard train heading south from my hometown. I watched moonlight shine on the white bed and saw tree shadows from rural areas sprinkle over the sandstone road and window. As the train started slowly, shadows moved behind slowly then sped up. Twinkling city lights faded away as the train left the Transfer City Station. ...