Chapter 54
"You are a daughter of Enrico Safronov."
Tuluyan na akong nanlambot at napaupo sa sahig. Umiiling ako sa kawalan. Hindi ko alam kung saan o kanino ako umiiling. Hindi ko rin alam kung para saan ang mga luhang bumubuhos sa aking pisngi.
It was already two years since the last time I cried. It still felt so strange. So unfamiliar. I hated every moment of it. I hated it when others see my tears. I hated it when others see my weakness.
"Hazel.." Umupo sa gilid ko ang aking ina. I bent my knees and leaned against the railings. I rested my trembling chin on my knees and hugged them.
My mom was just watching me with softness in her eyes. She was giving me the time I needed to recover. Maybe she wanted to give me space. When I already got the hang of her confession, I opened my mo
