Every now and then, I would look up to see his face. Like a stone, he is rigid. Hindi gumagalaw, ni hindi ko nakikitang kumurap. The only thing that makes me believe he's still alive is his warm breath making its way to my face.
My grandfather would praise him for being such a good subject. The only moment that he moved was when he placed the strand of my hair off my face. Muntik ko pa siyang masigawan dahil doon.
"You're sweating," napapaos niyang sinabi.
Muli ay maingay akong napalunok at pinigilan ang sariling mapairap.
"Don't move." I gritted my teeth. Kahit gusto kong sulyapan siya ay hindi ko na ginawa. I realized that I have memorized his face in my mind kahit na hindi ko gustuhin. I can draw him without looking at his face. Hindi nga lamang ako sigurado kung mape-perfect ko i
