By Mrs Rosie C. Cabillas as told to Mrs Roberta M. Luza
‘I’ll put down the phone now, Ma. I have to prepare yet to catch the nine o’clock flight for Cagayan de Oro. See you in March. I’ll meet you at the airport then so that you can attend my graduation. OK, Ma, bye.’ These were the parting words of my son, Artnee. It was a casual telephone conversation early in the morning, Philippine time, of 2 February 1998. Artnee was calling fromFairview, Quezon City, while I was in Brisbane, Australia. What I wasn’t aware of was that it was the last time I’d talk to my son.
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