The next week was quiet.
Too quiet.
Her parents had been whispering every night.
Counting money.
Opening a small metal box hidden inside the cabinet.
Their savings.
Years of baking.
Years of farming.
Years of sacrifice.
One evening, her father sat in front of her.
"There's an agency in Manila," he said. "They recruit girls for events abroad. Promotions. Hosting jobs. Legal."
Her mother's hands trembled slightly as she added, "It's not permanent. Just an opportunity."
Elena felt something tighten in her chest.
Manila.
Abroad.
The word sounded huge.
"We can't protect you here forever," her father said gently. "But maybe… somewhere bigger… you can protect yourself."
The idea terrified her.
But staying terrified her more.
Three weeks later, with one suitcase, borrowed heels, and her mother's rosary tucked inside her bag…
Elena boarded a bus to Manila.
She didn't cry when the bus left.
She waved.
She smiled.
But as the province slowly disappeared behind her window…
She touched the gold necklace around her neck.
And whispered softly,
"This is just the beginning."