We arrived at the airport exactly half an hour before our flight, and I am with my brothers while waiting. As what as planned, we will visit our mother who's in Manila. We wanted to surprise her.
I can't help but to feel sorry for her. She never showed us that she was going through this pain all along. It was tragic. We didn't even know nor had a hunch about it. She's a strong woman for keeping that all by herself.
She always have that warm smile as she face us, but I didn't realize that behind those smile was a painful memory. She keeps all the pain with her smile.
When I was young, I seldomly see her because she's busy providing our needs. She's working when I was young but then she's been a housewife when William told her to just stay at home.
I don't know why she's doing
