The first death anniversary of his late wife. Li was at the mausoleum, in front of the photo of his late wife. His eyes were swollen from crying, mourning alone. "Mommy, I miss you so much."
"Li, there you are. Jelyn has been looking for you. Today is Sam’s first birthday," Amalia said to him.
"Amy, it still hurts so much losing her." Li cried like a child, seeking comfort.
"Come on now, you’re drunk. I’ll take you home." Li let Amalia guide him home.
Li woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and dizziness. He was trying to remember what happened to him. He suddenly sat up, remembering that yesterday was Sam’s birthday. "Damn!" he cursed as he saw his n***d body in the mirror. It was only then that he realized he was in a different house. He quickly scrambled for his clothes
