"Is this the same Philomena you are talking about?" he asked with his finger over her face. Fingers trembling with suspense, I slowly pushed his hand away to have a clearer view. I took a closer look at her face. Her face slowly formed in my mind. Jesus! It was my Philomena, I was certain. She wore the same beautiful smile that spread even into her eyes, her hair flowing over her shoulders, and her chest still heavy, the loosed shirt she wore did nothing to hide it. My heart nearly stopped and it felt as though every hair on my body turned instantly grey. Hot tears burned my eyes.
"She slept one night in that same room you stay now and never woke up. Some people said her husband must have used her for rituals but I personally didn't believe them. Her husband was a good man and…"
