CHAPTER 51: Alter
Head throbbing wildly I had not felt before, lids heavily resting against my eyes, and mouth drying, all from a night of endless crying. Napabuntong-hininga ako at inihilamos ang kamay sa mukhang nanlilimahid. I moved to sit on the edge of the bed. My feet had a touch of what coldness really means—not the coldness from loneliness having no one to hug you nor the coldness of sadness. It wasn’t even comparable to the dead body of my late father nor the cold heart of mine living inside my body. My vision swirled and the dizziness showed me my father’s room, let me smell his remaining body scent sleeping on white bedsheet and pillowsheets. I hugged his comforter, and the familiar scent helped me remember how he looked like when I was young... when he used to give me an embra
