Liwaway, Please Tell Me
ANDREA'S POV I woke up from the scent of ginger and chicken circling through my nostrils. It reminded me of my mother that I barely remember, a blurry image of a woman standing by a small kitchen in my younger years, cooking and humming to the melody of her favorite 80s music. She died with my father for a reason my brain never wanted to comprehend. I just always thought they were my angels for the longest time. As I opened my eyes, the same blurry figure welcomed me, she was not far from me in that unfamiliar yet welcoming space. The woman cooking looked similar to my mom from behind. Then my eyes adjusted to the light. I almost thought it was her... but it wasn't. It was Liwayway and from the looks of it, I might be in her house. I sat up upon the realization that I was in the house of
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