Conrad Santillano Ramirez
I OPENED THE DOOR of the room and the little girl who was standing behind me slowly turned around to look at me. Bumigat ang paghinga ko matapos makita ang luha sa gilid ng mga mata nito. I tilted my head and walked closer to her but she took a step backward.
“Your mommy is sleeping next to this room.” I kneeled on my right foot to equal her height. She doesn’t look scared, which I think made me feel at ease, a bit. Ayoko siyang matakot.
“Where are we?” she softly asked and wiped the tears from her eyes. Inangat ko ang palad at tinanggal ang natitirang luha sa kanyang pisngi. My heart was shattering as I trembled to touch the little girl. “Who are you?”
Her cheeks are in the right proportion just like her mom's. Innocence and angelic are the only words I can
