"I'm sorry," I murmured enough for him to hear it. Umiling-iling siya roon at hindi pa rin mawala-wala ang sakit sa mga mata niya.
We all really have our own pain. Sa kamay ako ni Dad unang nakaramdam ng sakit, sa mga ginagawa nila sa'kin. They never treated me as their family member. That's when I realized, I was hurting.
"It's not your fault. Though I really envy you," he said. He shot his head sideways while the pain was still visible on his face. "But I can't say you're living a good life. I wish this never happened to me. Killing wasn't easy."
We went silent the whole time until the man earlier came back and forced me to get out. I didn't have the chance to protest and watch him when my Dad came.
"Let's go," he said but it is more an order. I didn't want to but I still obliged. A
