Russell takes a deep breath. "That night, we watched the ball drop in Times Square as Mr. & Mrs. Fajardo. We spent the night in a hotel. That's where I saw her."
Russell looks at Jose. "I saw Mom at the lobby. I recognized her from the pictures I took from you, Dad."
"I made copies from the ones that you kept under your pillow."
Pain register in his father's eyes as he blinks back his tears. He knows his dad has always loved his mom even after she left them.
"She knew who I was right away but she was with her husband."
"They have two kids, both teen girls, my sisters." He smiles bitterly. "But she didn't want me to go near them. She didn't want to have anything to do with me. She said she has no plans for me and that I was a part of her past." His voice cracks so he stops.
"Anak..."
