~(DUSTIN IAR MENDEZ POV)
"What does it feel? Your son is feeling what you have felt before."
Nagtatangis ang mga bagang na nakatingin ito sa akin. "You are a low class."
"That's what you get if you are too despearte to keep the person who doesn't even love you at all," muling sabi ko.
"I'll make sure pagsisihan mo lahat ng ginawa mo sa anak ko," may diing sabi nito.
"My mom might do something for me to stop you."
"What are you talking about?"
Napangisi ako. "27 years ago, pinanganak ako ng nanay ko. I was 15 noong iniwan niya kami ni dad para bumalik siya sa tunay niyang pamilya. Do you know them?"
Tila hindi pa rin nito nakukuha ang sinasabi ko, ganoon pa man ay nanatili pa rin ang masamang tingin nito sa akin.
"You. You're family," muling bigkas ko.
"Who are you?" malamig na ta
