Trail
"Papa!" I watched a little girl woke up from her sleep crying, calling for his father.
Narito ako sa loob ng isang silid, pamilyar sa akin ang silid na ito ngunit nagtataka ako kung bakit narito ako. Then I roamed my eyes around the room and my eyes grew bigger realizing which room I really am.
I'm inside my room, inside our mansion at Barcelona and the child crying was me, it was the little me.
Lalo akong naguluhan kaya't lumapit ako sa bata at sinundan ito nang biglang bumaba sa kama at tumakbo palabas ng silid. Then I found her at the hallway, talking to a Lady, lalo akong lumapit at nadatnan doon ang ina ko na inaalo ang batang ako.
"Mama, he's dead. Papa died, I saw him shot, Mama! I saw his lifeless body." Umiiyak na sumbong ng batang ako sa ina.
I saw how my mother's ey
