Rosetta’s brows were furrowed when she heard a cry on the other end of the phone.
“Ninang? W-what’s happening?” She stuttered in alarm.
“H-he’s gone, Rosetta. Your Ninong Miguel is gone!” Her godmother sobbed.
Rosetta’s heart jolted and felt the coldness that swept over her, with her eyes wavering. She suddenly felt dizzy. “W-what did you say?” Her voice was slow as in a whisper.
“He gave up, Rosetta. He just… gave up!” she continued, crying hard.
“Where are you right now, Ninang?” Her eyes already glistened with unshed tears.
“W-we’re still in the hospital, a-at the m-morgue. I-I just contacted a f-funeral home to…” she took a deep breath before she continued to speak, “to collect his body.”
She could only imagine who she was with. Her children and perhaps their relatives. “I-I’ll
