"where are we going?"
"at the st peter's parish. we're attending a mass."
as i walk in between the crowd at the street in front of the parish, i felt longing creeping up on me.
everything's the same yet everything's different.
i searched for familiar faces of friends and former associates but i couldn't find one.
i remember the days when almost everyone knows me and i know everyone too.
i made an excuse to go to the comfort room...
when i walked on the stairs i remember those times when we're practicing for our mass songs and greeting the co-choirs that passes our way there...
i heard the voices of the choir...
i remember singing my solo in the choir loft..
i miss singing and serving in the parish...
i never realized till now how long it had been since my last visit there...
and i never appreciate how much i miss what i considered back as my second home..
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