Romblon (For Heidee)
She's hunched over yet another case for the day, her forehead creased, a sigh escaping her lips once in a while. She knows the answers, much like she knows the answers to all the other cases awaiting her attention. What she lacks are four more hands and more funding. Whatever could be spared her first is welcome. It would be safer to bet on the extra hands. But then she beams as the next patient slowly peeks through the door. The farrows on her forehead disappear and the sighs are replaced with a flash of white as her lips part for a smile.