I had a dream where I found myself in a small village, which didn’t seem like it was in the Philippines. I was surrounded by many children who were happily trick-or-treating. In the dream, I wasn’t their guardian, but I was truly concerned for them, I wanted to make sure they were safe and okay. Suddenly, the scene changed, and we were in front of old houses that looked like the historic buildings in Binondo, Manila. As we visited one particular house, it became apparent that the residents were also dressed in costumes. Then, we saw something strange, a child that looked like a mannequin, but to me, it felt like the lifeless form of a kneeling child. We went to another house with its door wide open. As I walked closer, I heard a woman’s voice, so motherly, warm and gentle, saying, "Pakisuyo naman ng sulat at pakibuksa...