"Happy birthday to you," Tita Danara sang as she entered the room while I was still pointing out the gun to Psalm. "Happy birthday... Happy birthday... Happy birthday to you."
I stood affirmed and even pointed out the gun to her. I was almost to pull the trigger listening to Tita Danara continued singing the birthday song for me.
It was the twenty-third year of my existence and I didn't want myself celebrating my life with these traitors. Buong buhay ko ay kinilala ko silang pamilya, pero ganito ang isusukli nila sa akin, sa amin ni Mommy? I thought they were true to me, but they were just full of plasticity. Siguro kung tanga lang ako, hindi ko pa malalaman na silang dalawa ang may pakana ng lahat ng ito.
When Mom died, Psalm was always there for me. I appreciated all his efforts in he
