embrace me for the rest of your life. Woods, I love you, and though I gave my mortality away, my husband will never, never take my heart and soul from you.You’ll know from what I say, I am not guaranteed with my decision the happinessI sought for, the joy that rightfully should belong to me. But Woodrow, sad I may be, thisis perhaps the only way to teach you. I love you, and will love you always….Mama
I am Artemio Villa Nuñez, yes…no, but that is how I wished to be publicly known.Some others call me Wilson, a few Mujahid. I was Woodrow P. Abanil, now 35, and Ilive under an assumed name.
Dear Papa,Wherever you may be now, I am worrying about your safety and health. Pleasefind a way to write or call me more often. Days of your absence are long years of my waiting.Take good care,Mama
My days with Adelfa were the best moments of my life. We used to live together happily under one roof at Sta. Ana, Pateros, while she was studying her Law at ManuelL. Quezon University. That was way back the 90’s when I was a full-pledged missionaryof the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints for six years. As the calling wasstrong, life was full of meaningful experiences: some subtle, some visible, some hardtrials, but with abundant successes providing many defining moments -- those hours of most worth with eternal significance -- faith-promoting and which have “wrought amighty change in our hearts.” (Mosiah 5:2).