I hate it. I hate this. I hate him. I hate how my feelings suddenly changed the moment I saw him cry. "Stop crying..." I wamted to be firm. I want him to feel my anger pero bakit tila kabaligtaran ang nangyayari? Bakit sa isang iyak lang niya, nawawala ang galit ko.
He hold my hand and looked straight in my eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry, anak." He cried like a lost child for a long time. Inalalayan ko siya paupo sa sofa at doon pinanood kung paano niya ilabas lahat ng nasa loob niya sa pamamagitan ng pag-iyak. I feel guilty for shouting and blaming him. I feel guilty for making my father cry like this.
Tumayo ako at dumiretso sa kusina. "Manang, ready na ho ba anh dinner?" I asked habang kinukuha ang pitchel na may tubig. "Hindi pa. Nagluluto pa si Marya. Gutom ka na ba?" Umi
