Maricar stared out the window, enthralled by the strange lights that illuminated the sky.
They constantly changed colour, from light green to dark blue.
They resembled spotlights coming from somewhere over the hills. I wish I had my cellphone with me, she lamented, I would never have seen them in the Philippines.
A knock on her door. “Good night, Maricar,” called a female guard behind her.
Three more months before she could go back home, but at least she got a chance to see those wonderful lights.