"Tell me about my children. Who was in charge of them? Who took care of them? Who put them to sleep after they cried so loudly at dawn? Who are you to hurt me like this? Please tell me about my sons; I am the mother, and I am entitled to the whole truth and nothing but the truth!"
Huminga ako ng malalim pagka't kinapos ata ako ng hangin sa gigil at galit rito.
"Speak!"
I'm surprised na sa kabila ng matindi kong pag-iyak ay nagawa ko pa siyang sigawan.
Sinapak sapak ko ito sa kaniyang matigas na dibdib. He wiped my tears but I can't stop from crying.
Umiling ako nang kinulong niya ako sa kaniyang bisig. Walang lakas na tinutulak ko siya at ang aking mga binti ay nanghihina na kung ako'y bibitawan niya ay mabubuwal ako sa sahig.
"We'll talk if you stop crying." He sounds worried.
