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Harry glances at Blesserie after taking a sip from his cup of coffee.
“I believe in aswang. I said kilala ko si Rizal at lahat ng mga National heroes ng Pilipinas. Binara mo lang ako noon na sabi mo kasing tanda ko na kasi sila.” Anito sa kanya at saka malambing na tumalim ang mga mata.
Napahagikhik siya at tinakpan ang labi.
“When I was younger, my granny Conchita used to nurse me. She was my Mama’s mother but unluckily, she died when was only nine. Siya lang naman ang may gusto na palagi akong nandito kaya nang mamatay siya, pakiramdam ko ay namatay na rin ako.” He said bitterly.
“And your Mommy?” She blinks while still looking up at him.
“None. Nasa lalaki niya siya. I don’t know what’s wrong with my mother. She’s always mad at me.” Parang lalong pumait ang mukha nito at na
