Zwölf
For days, I was bothered. For days, even my mommy talking in front of me, my mind is somewhere else.
"Blanca, dear, baka naman pwede ka next week, hmm?" She softly said.
What are we talking again? Where am I?
I'm not focused. Ilang araw na akong kinukumbinsi ni mommy sa bagay na hindi ko na alam kung ano. ano nga 'yon ulit?
Ah!
"Blanca, anak. Are you with me?"
Yes? No.
Ah! Napatingin ako sa kaniya.
"Is it important po ba? And I don't think I am needed there." Sagot ko.
"I know you can't stand your father yet but he wants to make a move. Gusto ka niyang mas makasama. He's making an effort for you two to be closer." Pangungumbinsi niya na ang alam ko'y sinasabi niya lang 'to.
Naaalala ko na kung ano ang pinag-uusapan namin dito. Hindi ko lang masyadong pinapansin nitong
