In his mind:

I’m here at church again. It’s been two years since you left. Your mom said you’d come home often. Anyway, I always remember you when I’m here. Who am I kidding? I always remember you.

In her mind:

I didn’t know a bus ride can get this bumpy! But I don’t care even the least. Finally, I’m on my way home. I can’t wait to see all of you… to see you.

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In his mind:

I can’t forget how clumsy you acted during our baccalaureate mass. You tripped right on this very spot. Luckily I was in front of you so you got hold of my arm. I miss your tight grip. I’m leaving now, Lord. Have work to do at home. Take care of her, please.

In her mind:

Is that you walking away from the church? No. It can’t be. That man’s all grown up. And he’s taller than you. That can’t be you. I miss this church. OW! Not again? I tripped over this spot during the baccalaureate mass!

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In his mind:

Mom told me you’re home already. When will I see you again? What’s this? An invitation. From…you? So you’re holding a party. Good! I won’t have to wrack my brain off just thinking of ways to meet you again.

In her mind:

Did you see the invitation? I’m sure hoping Mom gave it to your Mom by now. I hope you’d come. I heard you’ve changed. A lot. But they say you’ve changed for the better. I wish the change took away your shyness too, so we can talk a little longer. You’ve always been quiet. Much to my dismay.

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In his mind:

I didn’t know the party’s this big! I’m starting to feel out of place again.

In her mind:

I can’t say no when mom made the list of guests. I know you’d feel uneasy with a crowd like this. That is, if you’re even here.

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In his mind:

Where are you? Are you planning a grand entrance? Who’s that girl beside your mom and dad? It can’t be you. But that smile…

In her mind:

Are you even here? I see no sign of you. Just your mom…your dad…and your older brother. WHERE ARE YOU?