That night, I dressed up to the tradition as a vampire. While the townspeople were more than happy to
party with fun in the spirit of the season, I was moping and praying in a secluded corner. I was pensive and sincere when a girl tapped my shoulder. Her name's Nenita. I was relieved to share my grief with her. But I never got to see her again that night. Come the next day, we went to the cemetery by procession. They brought along shovels and picks to clean the grave.
