Face to face with Lady Gaga

When I was growing up in one of the top tobacco growing towns of my top tobacco growing province of La Union, there was this lady who called herself Miracle. Every afternoon after school, she entertained us with her characters. Some days, she was the Virgin Mary and on other days she was Imelda Marcos,
Back then dying one's hair blond was not yet in fashion and Miracle found ways to come up with indigenous costumes that expressed the character she was playing. One of my favorite costumes that she used to don was a wig made of corn hair. Some rainy afternoons, she would be Snow White with strawberry blond hair with a matching blond pony tail.
It had always been the same story how Miracle became Miracle. Sad and cruel stories where bystanders imagined stories where Miracle was once a poster child until her fate as a girl child in a male-dominated family ended.
Did I ever feel sorry for Miracle?
I do pity her from a distance.