"Ian, bakit?" Tears were falling down my cheeks and I couldn't stop my own shoulders from shaking. His eyebrows were fused together and he was giving me a look which crushed my heart into bits.
"Your friends said that this is where you stash Daisy's photos and paintings. Why is this filled with portraits of me instead?" He stared at me blankly while I catechized. He stayed silent as if waiting for me to ask the one thing that had been bugging me for seconds now.
"S-sagutin mo nga, ako ba si Daisy?" I had a hunch but I had to be sure. I want to hear him say it. I want it to come from him and when it did, it seemed like a huge slap on my face.
"Yes."
I sobbed even more. "How? I don't understand, Ian. Why didn't you tell me? Why do you call me Daisy? Why the effort to paint me? I have man
