I look at the person behind and notice how she is slightly taken aback. My brows furrowed when I saw her cheek with a mark left on it.
"Tita," I called, still panting real hard.
She sighed before she put down all the records she is holding on the nearest hospital bench.
"How's Madeline?" She asked, now taking a sit on the bench. I followed her but before I could even sit, she stand a little to give me a peck on my cheek.
Oh, right. I forgot. She's always been showering us tiny kisses back in the days. But it has been years since the last time we saw her. That was during our mother's wake and after that, that man hid us away from her.
I smile a little and check her out. She's growing white hairs but there are still blonde left on the tip of her hair. She's been a good woman toward
