“Mr. and Mrs. Santos?” the Dean called again.
Jayden slowly stood up from his seat. He walked toward the podium, took the microphone, and pointed toward the gate behind the auditorium.
“They’re outside,” Jayden said, his voice breaking.
“They were not allowed in by the coordinator… because they were wearing slippers.”
The entire auditorium fell silent.
It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over everyone. All eyes turned toward the gate, where the elderly couple stood holding the iron bars, smiling humbly.
Mrs. Villaflor turned pale. She looked as if she might faint where she stood.
The Dean and the School President quickly stepped down from the stage and rushed toward the gate themselves. They opened it wide and bowed respectfully before Mang Karyo and Aling Ising.
“We are so sorry! We didn’t know,” the President said, his voice trembling.
“Oh, it’s alright,” Mang Karyo replied simply. “We’re used to mud and dust anyway. What matters most is that our son finished his studies.”
