CHAPTER 33:SHARED FOUNDATIONS
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Before Reuben or I could speak another word, the sharp click of the bathroom door handle broke the heavy emotional tension in the room.
My mother, Mama Eliza, stepped out, holding a small plastic basin and a damp towel she had probably used to freshen up. She froze at the sight of us. Her eyes, naturally wide but now heavy with dark circles and exhaustion, dropped down to where Reuben’s long fingers were still securely wrapped around my ice-cold hands.
Startled by the sudden intrusion, both of us instinctively turned our heads toward her.
"Ma?!" I gasped, my voice a panicked whisper as I quickly but gently pulled my hands back from Reuben's grasp, my cheeks flushing despite the gloomy hospital atmosphere.
Reuben, however, didn't look guilty. He calmly stepped back to give my mother space, bowing his head slightly in a show of profound respect. "Magandang hapon po, Tita."
"Ikaw pala 'yan, Reuben, iho," Mama Eliza spoke, the inherent fatigue in her voice cutting straight to my heart. She walked past the IV stand and placed the basin on the bedside table, her shoulders slumping as she looked at my father's sleeping form. She offered Reuben a weak, grateful smile that didn't quite reach her tired eyes. "Pasensya ka na... medyo magulo ang lagay namin ngayon dito. Nakaabala pa kami sa pag-aaral mo."
"Naku, hindi po, Tita," Reuben immediately replied, his voice dropping into that smooth, comforting tone that always had a way of anchoring everyone in the room. "Nalaman ko po kay Julienne ang nangyari kay Tito Renato. Huwag niyo po sanang isipin na abala ako. Nandito po ako para tumulong."
Mama Eliza sighed, sitting down heavily on the plastic chair beside the bed. She looked at Reuben, then back to me, her eyes reflecting the immense weight of the financial uncertainty we were facing.
"Salamat, iho. Malaking bagay na dinalaw mo kami," my mother murmured, her fingers mindfully smoothing out the edge of Papa's hospital blanket. "Kanina pa nga nagpapakamatatag 'yang si Malia. Ayaw magpahalata ng takot, pero alam kong buong gabi rin 'yang hindi nakatulog sa pag-iisip kung paano namin bubunuin ang mga susunod na gastusin dito sa ITRMC."
I looked away, biting the inside of my cheek to keep my composure. I hated that my mother had to voice out our vulnerability in front of him. But Reuben didn't flinch. He simply shifted his gaze back to me, his dark eyes carrying a silent promise that he wasn't going anywhere.
The immediate medical crisis was under control thanks to social services, but looking at my mother's fragile frame and my father's pale face, the structural damage to our family's peace was undeniable. And for the first time, Reuben was standing right in the middle of our wreckage, silently offering to help us rebuild.
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