When I'm able to plow, I'll ask him to let me have a piece of land to plant in sugar-cane or corn and you won't have to sew until midnight.

We'll have new clothes for every fiesta, we'll eat meat and big fish, we'll live free, seeing each other every day and eating together.

Old Tasio says that Crispin has a good head and so we'll send him to Manila to study.

I'll support him by working hard.

Isn't that fine, mother?
Perhaps he'll be a doctor, what do you say ?" "What can I say but yes ?" said Sisa as she embraced her son.