PS: Please note that every conversation here is in Russian language. 'Di ko na inilagay ang Russian version dahil nakakahaba siya ng word count.
MAKYUSHÁ KÓMAROV'S POINT OF VIEW
“Mom...”
It's been two months since then. Puno ng pasa ang mukha at buong katawan ko. May bali rin ang kanang braso ko kaya naman naka-semento ito. My father—the monsters kept on beating me, instead of Mom. Ako na ang pinagbuntunan niya ng galit niya, and it's fine by me.
My Mom... she also had bruises on her head. But I'm glad... dahil hindi na masyadong binugbog ni Dad si Mom. I'm glad that I've shared her burden—no, I'm glad that I have her burden now.
“Darling, how's your arm?” tanong ni Mom habang naglalakad siya palapit sa akin. May dala-dala siyang tray ng pagkain na niluto niya mismo.
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