There was always a huge gap of my identity that was long buried inside me. I grew up writing a last name of a stranger, but I was always known to be an Enriquez. If I achieved something people credit it for being an Enriquez... for being part of the clan that dominates the business world.
I never met my father. I didn't even have a picture of him to keep. There was once a picture of him, but mommy tear it in pieces when she discovers I was keeping it.
"I am your dad's twin sister..." The stranger caresses my face. It creeps me out how she mirrors my face. She looks like me, just older.
"Paris, umupo muna kayo..." napalingon ako kay auntie nang hawakan niya ang siko ko. Napabitaw ang babae sa akin at naunang maupo pero hindi maalis ang ngiti sa labi niya. Maluha-luha ang mga mata niya
