My life began to crumble the minute my mother died, and my life became complicated. My mother will always be my home. My family is my home, and when that home shakens, the walls break-in, too.
I don't know where to start or where to begin. I don't know I'd do with my life. I don't know where to putmy self. I don't know how would my life would end. I don't know where would I'd begin again because all I see in the end of it.
When Manong Diego drove down the wrong street, I checked in the rearview mirror. This street leads to the school, and I've already said that I'll go see Dad today.
"Let's go to Dad's office," I said coldly.
"Your father urged that I send you to school-
"P-please..." I pleaded, biting my nails and lying in the seat, staring out the window.
"All I want to do is ta
