A never-ending warmth. (an original essay by Debbie Tingzon) Original artwork by GeoRamzes on Deviantart The sun was bright up as I was walked down the stairs leading to the main hall of the school. It was nearly four in the afternoon and in less than half an hour, all classes will be dismissed. Madam Claire, our homeroom teacher, said her son had a high fever and that she needed to go home earlier than the usual time. I fixed my things, placed my books in the locker at the end of the classroom and went to the school cafeteria. There was Manong Henry, the school keeper, asking me why I was out early. "Madam Claire said Joshua had a fever", I answered as I grabbed two muffins at the bread counter. Manang Cecil was there, smiling brightly at the counter as I approached her and handed the food I chose. " Hi Gina. Dito mo kakainin? " (Hi Gina. You'll eat here?), she asked grinning at me. " Hindi po, take-out nalang. Padagdag na din po ng dal...