Seven years ago, I found myself at a novena mass for Sto Nino during one of the most chaotic years of my life. My spirit was low, and I was struggling, yet I wore a facade of happiness that only I knew was a mask. Deep down, I felt broken and wished I could just disappear. In that moment of despair, I turned to Sto Nino—not asking for material possessions, but seeking clarity and guidance. I surrendered my burdens and prayed for direction, pouring my heart out while the soothing strains of the song “Bato Balani” echoed around me. I told Him, "Ikaw na hala Nino, kabalo man ka unsay tinuod nako gibati ug unsay akong kinahanglanon. Ikaw na bahala."I let my tears flow, voicing my deep need for help. The journey following that prayer wasn’t easy. It felt like juggling the pieces of a shattered puzzle as my life turned upside down. I faced job losses and broken relationships, which forced me to confront my pride and humbly acknowledge my mistakes. It was a period of necessary reset...