❝Pitong taon, Fliore. Pitong taon kang tulog,❞
Natulala ako sa narinig. Natigil pansamantala ang aking paghinga sa narinig.
Pitong taon?
How... s**t. I was unconscious for seven years? Kaya ba ang laki ng pag-iba ng anyo nila? Kaya ba hindi ko maigalaw ang katawan? Bakit ganoon?
Hindi ako nakapag-salita. Laglag ang aking panga.
Muli, humanap ako ng kasagutan sa kanilang dalawa. Lola was holding her tears again. She looked at me sympathetically.
"Hindi ka lang nawalan ng malay, Fliore. You were comatose for seven years. Partially brain dead,"
Parang nawalan muli ako ng lakas. How can this happened... I can't accept it!
"Kaya nga malaking himala na nagising ka pa. The doctors lost their hope that you'd wake up again but we insist to wait because we know you are brave. And you'll come
