Reconcile
"Lyrae, let's go eat downstairs," sabi ko kay Lyrae na sinusuklay ang buhok ng kanyang Barbie.
Umiling siya at nagpatuloy lang sa pagsuklay ng buhok ng Barbie niya. Lumapit ako sa kanyang kama at umupo sa tabi nito.
"Rae, you should eat," I stated. "You need to eat properly. Please, baby. Mommy's getting worried about you."
It had been three days since we left Sean’s house and moved to Brendt’s. Later that night, Lyrae was brought to the hospital because of her asthma for crying so much. Her breathing couldn't be stabilized by the inhaler that's why we brought her to the hospital.
And now, I'm getting worried because she's not paying attention to her health. She's always skipping meals and looking so pale. I never hear her laugh heartily or even smile genuinely.
"Mamaya na
