However, when they reached the gate of the auditorium, they were stopped by a strict coordinator, Mrs. Villaflor. She looked at them from head to toe with clear disgust.
“Excuse me,” Mrs. Villaflor said sharply.
“People wearing slippers are not allowed inside. This is a formal event. It represents the image of our institution. You’ll have to stay outside.”
“Ma’am,” Jayden pleaded, “they are my parents. They came from very far away.”
“Rules are rules, Mr. Santos,” the coordinator insisted while fanning herself impatiently. “We can’t allow the graduation ceremony to look like a public market. It would be embarrassing in front of the sponsors and donors who will be arriving.”
Jayden’s face turned red with anger and shame for what his parents were experiencing. He was about to respond when Mang Karyo gently held his arm.
“It’s alright, son,” his father whispered, though sadness filled his eyes. “We’ll just stay here outside the gate. What matters is that we can see you walk up the stage. Don’t worry about us.”
Jayden’s voice trembled.
“But Dad…”
“Go on, go inside. They’re waiting for you,” Aling Ising urged, forcing a smile even as tears welled in her eyes.
With a heavy heart, Jayden went inside. As he walked down the aisle, he saw other parents wearing barongs and elegant gowns, laughing and chatting.
His own parents remained outside the gate, peeking through the metal bars like strangers to their own son’s success.
The ceremony began. Every round of applause sounded like an insult in Jayden’s ears.
Then came the moment everyone had been waiting for—the introduction of the “Mystery Donor” who funded the school’s new 10-story Science and Technology Building.
The Dean walked onto the stage with great enthusiasm.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are honored to have with us today the generous couple who donated 50 million pesos for our new facilities. They specifically requested anonymity until today. Please welcome, Mr. Macario and Mrs. Narcisa Santos!”
The entire auditorium burst into applause.
Mrs. Villaflor looked around, searching for VIP guests dressed in coats and ties. She expected someone to step out of a luxury car.
But no one came forward.
“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.
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