[ Nami’s POV]
Trust is just like these flowers.
Sa unang tingin, napakaganda.
Just by looking at them it make you feel secured and happy.
But when I clutch them hard like this, they’ll grow ugly, and those flowers which were once beautiful before…
can never go back to their original form. There’s no way I can go back. They betrayed my trust and in return, I betrayed our friendship.
Mayamaya, a child suddenly bumped on me. He don’t seem to care and he’s looking in the opposite direction. Nang sinundan ko ang mga tingin na ‘yon, may nakita akong isa pang bata. It was a girl at sa tingin ko, magkapatid sila.
Children...mga nilalang na wala pang alam at ‘di dapat patulan. Makaalis na nga—
“Galit ako sayo! Leave me alone! Isusumbong kita kay Mama!” napatigil ako nang biglang sumigaw yun
