"Pangalan."
"Ahhh, Aknita Pangilinan," I gulped after stating my name.
"Parents, or Guardian's Name?" The police officer asked me, while typing the details I give on his laptop.
"Crezelda Pangilinan and Roger Pangilinan," I'm playing my fingers above my lap, while my eyes on it.
"Address," he stopped typing then looks at me directly and waited for the answer.
"Uhm, Hindi ko alam," his brows furrowed.
"Hindi ko kasi matandaan," he leans backward.
"Your parents' contact number?"
"09********" I said, thankfully I remember it clearly.
"Kaninong contact number ito?" I gulped, then I mentally squeezed my brain. Please cooperate, I beg.
"Hindi ko matandaan, kung kay mommy or kay daddy," para akong batang naiwan sa parke ng mga magulang. Parang naiiyak na ako dahil sa sitwasyon
