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We found a secret tunnel, small enough to keep a family of four. It must have been from the time where people hid to keep themselves safe during the Japanese war. There were five of us who found it, and we swore not to let anyone know of it.

On an ordinary day, we talk and hangout by the plaza playground. But that day was anything but ordinary. One moment we were just talking, another moment and gunshots muffled our talk. In the spur of a moment, people from all around are running in fright looking for a safe place. We were dumbfounded from all that's happening. It took one of us calling out for the tunnel to bring us back to our senses. We headed out for the tunnel sprinting and found the surrounding place all crowded. I have no idea why the tunnel was top secret but we never revealed it to anyone even during that time of mass panic. We all huddled to get inside without anyone figuring it out, but clean execution of such plan seemed to be an impossibility. We tried anyhow. And then we heard it. The breaking, creaking sound. The outer part of the years old wooden tunnel broke apart and came away from the entrance causing a commotion. The rest of us who got inside first got locked up. They were screaming and pounding, demanding release. Thank goodness the structure was all wooden and already in a state of utter decay and we got them out fast.

The people are still running to and fro. We are almost panicking trying to look for a place to hide. After making turns here and there, we were led to the old abandoned mansion hidden from sight of the people - where we used to play with its wide grass-covered backyard. Old and abandoned…at least that's what we thought. For just when we took a sharp turn to where we can climb over the fence unharmed, we saw people. And not just ordinary people - rich people, people in power, playing golf as if the world was in peace and the people not in clamor for safety. Yes, we saw them. Yes, they saw us. But much to our surprise when one of us came forward to greet one of them. "Father", he said.

Eight hours past and I don’t remember it all too well anymore, but I remember walking along the corridors of my elementary school. The wooden floors and the Spanish style architecture of the school building was eerily familiar. I was looking around for someone. Well, maybe I was hiding from him, I’m not really sure. And then I saw myself laughing, someone was tickling me, someone was holding me, that someone was laughing with me. He had the brightest eyes I’ve seen, the kind that glowed out from a good hearty laugh. The same glow I saw with my own at the very moment. And I swear seeing all that I wished the moment could last forever. I swear I remember myself bargaining to keep that moment going, to just be in that moment for a little while longer. Because I felt it all. I was happy. It was blissful. I remember the feeling the moment gave me. It was the kind I was longing for in reality. I remember feeling the impossibility of it. It was the same feeling I carry with me everyday. I remember that wish not coming true as I open my half-lidded, hesitant eyes embracing the reality of it being just a dream. But I will never forget that laugh. I will never forget the glow in your eyes and mine.