The cold winds blew straight into my face as I slide the window frame of the bus we are riding. On my left side was a deeply asleep aunt of mine who was the sole responsible for freeing me from the lies that binds me at home. Tita Isabel.
If she hadn’t come to tell me the truth, I wouldn’t have known what was really going on. Too much for my family’s over-protectiveness. I know I couldn’t get through it without her. I am genuinely grateful for that.
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What else can I do? I cannot take back time…
Then, words of the granny earlier suddenly resounds.
‘Do something about it…
Do something now...’
Gathering all ounce of strength and courage I got in my body, I stood up and fiercely looks into my mother’s eyes. How could she wish that I stay sick as I am today? Fo
