Reflections
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South's
Sa panaginip ko, palagi kong nakikita kung paano nawala si Mama. I always see how she smiled, how she whispered her very last words. How she closed her eyes...
How she never woke up again.
Malalim na buntong hininga ang pinakawalan ko. I can feel my eyes sting. Napatingala ako sa kisame at kumurap para lang huwag maiyak. Ako lang ang mag-isa sa kwarto.
What time is it? One in the morning? Two? I don't know. I don't care. Because no matter what time is it, even how many seconds painfully passed, when I'm alone, I can't change the fact that I'm still stuck with the past. Like it all just happened yesterday...
I want to help Mama. Gusto kong magkaroon ng silbi. Gusto kong malaman niya na uliran akong anak. Na siya ang pinapanigan ko. Na mahal ko si Mama...
"Than
