The only thing echoing in the room is the mixed cries of the Delassaro siblings.
Emeliana holds onto her brothers as if letting go will make them disappear again. Her body trembles, a sea of tears flowing down her cheeks uncontrollably as she welcomes the embrace of her brothers. She feels Emelio’s arms wrap around her protectively, his breathing now jagged as he tries to keep himself together, but even he is now falling apart. She feels the way Franky grips her shirt like he’s afraid she’ll slip through his fingers, like his memory is too fragile and at any moment, he will once again forget... but both of them know now. Both of them remember. This is their sister.
Emeliana attempts to hold steady. This is what she’s waited for, what she’s fought for. Everything has let up to this... And
