A FEW DAYS and months later, my wound from surgery gradually healed. But the pain in my heart remains here. Especially whenever I see Clark with Maureen.
They looked happy while I was simply suffering.
Ate Zaira still doesn't touch me. It probably still hurts me. I can't blame it. I was so rude to him in the hospital the day I found out I was adopted.
"Baby, what do you want to happen on your 16th birthday? Is it grand?" my older brother asked me when I once met him in the living room.
I just shrugged. "It's up to you," I said. My eyes caught my sister Zaira coming down the stairs. He was carrying a thick book.
"Of course, brother. Our youngest's party must be grand." I was stunned by what he said. It went down the stairs and was next to me.
"A-ate,"
He held my arm and th
