I took a lot of air before I entered the mausoleum inside the private cemetery of the Alcantaras. My hand is full of flowers, of all sorts of chocolates, and toys for my son.
My son. My dead son.
The word brings so much pain in my heart.
Pagpasok ko ay agad na bumati sa akin ang mga nakangiting mukha ni Errol na nasa mga dambuhalang frames na nakakabit sa bawat sulok.
It felt like I'm looking at my childhood photos.
It's his picture during his baptismal, his first birthday, and when he was I think a few days old. He's so small there... so fragile and so tiny.
I stood there in the middle too overwhelmed by the feeling of love, sadness, and regret. Nanginig ang mga kamay ko at nabitawan ang mga hawak. Para ring nawalan ng lakas ang mga tuhod ko. Huminga ako nang malalim at isa-isang
