I COVERED my ears using my bare hands as I heard Mama and Papa fighting. They’re screaming at each other as if the world is going to end. Ni minsan ay hindi ko pa sila nakitang magka-ayos. Halos lahat ng bagay ay pinagaawayan nila.
Lumipas ang panahon at ganoon pa rin ang naging relasyon nila. Hindi ko maintindihan. Namulat ako sa problema at lumaki ako na dala ito.
“Why are you always fighting?” I remember how I asked Papa once. He didn’t answer; in fact, he just stared at the newspaper that he’s holding.
I bet he’s reading an article about business. Business. That’s how his life goes. He married mom because of business matters. And I know in myself that eventually, I’ll marry a girl too just to keep our name on top. I suddenly felt pity for mom since I know exactly that somehow, she w
