Jazon Lucas Saavedra’s Point of View:
“Stand up!” My father’s voice rang inside the four corners of the room but I didn’t budge at all. I remained to kneel in front of my mother and Bea’s mother.
It’s been thirty minutes since Bea decided to grant her father’s request to have a conversation with her. And that’s also how long I’ve been kneeling in front of these three people I respected a lot and whom I had hurt so much.
If earlier our mothers have been crying, now they are both silent, sighing and shaking their heads. They were seated side by side on the sofa and looked like they had lost all energy to stand up and leave the room.
All the while, my father walked back and forth around the room, sat on the sofa, and stood up. He was restless but then stopped and turned to face me. I don’
