It's been four months have passed since Lara chose to leave Manila. Even though it was painful, she forced herself to move on—she was so grateful that she had found kind people like her Mama Miranda.
She caressed her stomach. She was outside the house, sitting while looking out at the vast land and mango trees surrounding her. She feels relaxed when she's here—all she sees around her is pure green and there are birds flying and singing in the trees.
"Baby, I'll see you soon—I'll be with you soon and I'm so excited that I can hold you in my arms." she said tearfully. When suddenly Miranda spoke from behind her.
"Lara, are you crying again? Do you still remember your child's father? Why don't you try to show up for him? Who knows you can still make up?" Miranda said as she approached her
