The days passed quickly until the day of my high school graduation came. Because we are used to it that every time there is an occasion like graduation, another chicken is condemned to die.

　　At exactly twelve o'clock we ate so we could leave the house immediately. The baccalaureate mass was at two thirty in the afternoon and we had to be at the church before two o'clock.

　　After we ate, my family got dressed. Dad constantly complains about wearing a polo shirt and a barong because he feels like life is going to beat him. The mother did not escape his critical eyes either.

　　Mother became slightly conscious when...