It was Friday. Nascent moved from a mansion somewhere in Isidora Hills to an old house just across NEB in Malacañang. Everything happened soooo fast. Just two days before, Nascent came into that office completely unaware of what’s going on (seemed like she’s in a trance or something). The boss just asked her if she can report the next day (gulp! What’s this? Nascent wondered, nonetheless, she just requested for a day to fix things back in the mansion.) And, so the fateful Friday morning came, Nascent came to work not yet completely aware of what she’s supposed to do in her new job, knowing no one in the office, and left alone in a room that smelled something like moist soil with dead leaves and twigs starting to decay (poor Nascent, she always get allergic reaction to smells, so the room condition left her with everyday colds – thanks to anti-allergens!). Anyway, after sometime, she got used to it. Knowing no one in the office, and left alone in the room, Nascent felt totally alone, somewhat helpless and partly asking herself why she ever decided to transfer. Days passed and Nascent knew some of the staff in her new office, everything seemed just fine and she’s learned how to do the tasks given to her, all by herself, with some advice from her good roommate. Then came an Angel. It was the Angel who finally made Nascent talk – as in talk!



Now, Nascent recalls her first birthday in that office – that was so unforgettable for she CRIED! Well, someone made her cry, that is. What a nice birthday present! Feeling depressed Nascent went to UST to breathe some fresher air and cry it all out to one of her close friend.



Two years is quite a short time, but Nascent learned a lot of things from her stay in that office. Perhaps wherever she goes, Nascent would never forget the lessons she learned from her work; she will always remember those people who became important parts of her life, those who’ve made her happy and those who made her sad, and even made her cry.



Nascent Charm may have grown up, but inside lies a heart of a child – always yearning to learn, wanting to trust, willing to love, and to show she cares. And though Nascent Charm may have realized a few things while her Angel was away, she’ll always be the same little girl that you left, full of questions, full of zest, full of life.



Angel will always be her Angel. Nascent still misses her charming Mommy. And Nascent’s story goes…