“MAMA, Papa?” Hera Leigh asked softly, one morning after we woke up. Tila sinaksak tuloy ng matalim na bagay ang aking dibdib habang nakatingin siya sa akin at naghihintay ng aking isasagot.
Napangiti lang naman ako bago ko siya binigyan ng isang mahigpit na yakap na ginantihan niya rin naman. I was texting Blade everyday, telling his daughter and I's whereabouts, but I still didn't receive any single reply. Naisip ko ngang baka nagpalit na siya ng numero.
“Miss Papa,” she stated in between our hugs. She kept on telling me that she wants to see her father. Pinatatawagan niya rin si Blade, hinihiling na marinig kahit ang boses lamang ng kaniyang ama, subalit hindi ko naman maibigay dahil wala kaming komunikasyon ng kaniyang kinikilalang ama.
“May trabaho si Papa, anak. He’s busy,” pagpa
