"Mommy, more adoba on my rice please." David tells Dinah who is sitting beside her at the Maines’s dining table for lunch.
We all went there from the airport. We didn't talk about it but it was mutually understood that my wife did come home but not to me.
It had been a very quiet and very awkward three-hour ride to Bulacan. Dinah’s parents insisted that we sit beside each other at the back of the van behind their seats.
David has fallen asleep on Dinah’s chest and she held him in his arms with a gentle smile as she contentedly looked out the window. I could tell that she quietly took note of the changes in the city since she left by the movements of her eyes. I still know her, every line and curve, every inch, every sigh and smile, every glint in her eyes, I still know everything about
