“When will he w-wake up? W-When will my twin brother wake up?”
Pakiramdam ko ay parang nadudurog ang puso ko habang nakatingin sa anak kong pilit inaabot ang kamay ng kanyang kakambal. Humahagulhol siya habang nasa bisig ni Sylvester. I'm too weak to hold her.
“S-Sydney… Please wake up… I promised to laugh at your jokes anymore.” Silvia cried loudly.
Napakasakit bilang isang ina na pinapanood ang anak mo na umiiyak at nagmamakaawa ngunit wala ng mas isasakit pa na malaman na ang dahilan ng kanilang pighati ay isang tao na ina rin—na alam ang pakiramdam ng isang ina na nasasaktan para sa kanyang anak.
Seeing Silvia in so much pain because of them, it’s like every wound they inflicted on me before has reopened. I’ve endured everything they did to me, tried to move forward, and focus o
