It was long time ago when I heard that yellow became a symbol of valor. I couldn’t reckon any single detail of it, but everything just came out from my mother’s mouth and others I got from different pages of books. I was a little over two years old when everything happened. A woman, a mother, a widower, came out to the street to express her rights from tyranny and her rights to be free. Yellow was the paint she chose to be the sign of her strength and to be the sign of unison. It was such an astonishing event that still made me shiver every time that mere tale flashes in my mind…
The woman became the leader and an instant mother of our land. Her household chores were never the same again after. I know that it takes everything to be a leader and with the great power that she once had, came a great responsibility. There may be others who did not agree on all of her ideals… others who were not contented on some her actions during her regime… but I strongly believe that she had done her best… and had given her finest… Like a mother, who always wants the best for her children.
Now that she has laid to rest. I’d like to take this opportunity to pay final respect for her. Together with my friends, every step I’d take is dedicated for her.
We started at UP oval. Probably at least 2.5 rounds of it was what some of us did before proceeding to the Times Street. Drizzle of rain was what we faced but that would not even stop us due to our passion for running plus our dedication for Cory.
It was fun running with you guys again and it was nice bringing back again the yellow badge of courage.
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