Dad found me at the cemetery, drenched. Guilt and worry were painted all over his face as soon as he saw me. Hindi na rin kami nagtagal pa doon at umalis kaagad kahit na malakas pa ang ulan. We were both quiet the whole ride until we reached home.
I wanted to cry on his shoulder like I used to. I want to tell him I am in pain right now like I always do when I was still young; just like before, whenever something in me was aching, I would immediately run to their room and tell them I was in pain. Mom and Dad's initial question was which part was hurting, and I would mindlessly point it to them, and they would both kiss it. And as soon as they kissed it, the pain would magically disappear. It doesn't matter to them if it was in the middle of the night. They would still soothe me until I fel
