DUSTIN IAR MENDEZ
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"How does it feel? Your son repeated your history."
Agad lumabas ang ugat sa leeg nito. "You are of a lower class."
Umangat ang sulok ng labi ko. "That's what you get when you're too desperate to keep the person who doesn't even want you."
He pointed a finger at me. "Sisiguraduhin kong pagsisihan mo lahat ng ginawa mo sa anak ko."
"My mom might be able to do something about that threat."
"Who the heck cares about your mother?"
Napangisi ako. "26 years ago, she gave birth to me. I was 15 noong iniwan niya kami ni Dad para bumalik sa tunay niyang pamilya. Any hint who they are?"
Nanatiling matatalim ang mga mata nitong nakatingin sa akin na tila hindi pa rin nakukuha ang sinabi ko.
"Do you want me to introduce myself, Mr. Abellera?" Lalong lumawak ang ngisi sa
