REINA
I was discharged from the hospital about an hour ago. Now, I'm standing quite far from the playing ground, staring at my son. He looks bigger and better than when I had truly looked at him.
The more I looked at him, the more I could see the reflection of his father and uncle. He looks so much like them and it tore my heart. No matter how much I tried to hate him, I couldn't. How can I hate the one that came out from my very womb? It's not just right at all. I cannot continue to punish him for the sins of his father.
Because of the way I was lurking around the premises, some of the caregivers had to approach me out of suspicion. I'm glad that they are quite conscious of the environment too. As soon as they recognized me, they would apologize and leave me be.
I have stayed here lon
