"He what?" My eyeballs nearly went out.
"He asked me about my dad, mommy. I don't know what to say."
I looked away nang mapaso ako sa malungkot na tingin ng anak ko. I swallowed every stones on my throat; lahat iyon ay gumulong at naipon sa dibdib ko.
"What did you say to him?"
"I said, I have no idea, mommy, because you're not telling anything to me."
My heart twitched as bitterness occured on her voice. Lumalaki na si Amara. I was getting anxious na sa pagtanda niya, kainisan niya rin ako kagaya ng pagkainis ko sa nanay ko. I wasn't even sure if I was raising my daughter in a right way. Natatakot ako na baka lumaki siyang rebelde dahil sa sitwasyon namin, but as much as possible I was trying to raised her in a way that I think was right.
"Naintindihan mo naman si mommy kung bakit
