Binigyan ako ng mga pulis ng oras para kausapin ang suspect sa pagpatay. Pinigilan ako ni papa pero hindi ako nagpapigil. No. Marami akong tanong. Marami akong gustong malaman. Marami akong gustong isumbat!
Pero iba pala talaga kapag nakaharap mo na.
Kung gaanong karaming tanong ang meron sa utak ko ay ganon naman kawalang lumalabas sa bibig ko.
We just stared at each other. And I just can't believe what I was seeing as of now, the fear, plea and the pain that I can see from his eyes. I almost believe it. I wanted to believe it! But everytime that my sister and my mother's lifeless body comes on my mind, I can't help but to feel disgusted and loathed him.
My eyes stopped producing tears hours ago, maybe I got tired? But.. when will my pain stop? How?
Bumuka ang bibig nya. Animo may
