MY BIRTH MOTHER died. All my hopes and dreams that I will be able to embrace her were shattered into pieces. She died that night shielding my father from harm. Is that what true love is? That when the one you love is in danger, you forget yourself in the process and the only thing that matters is that person?
Namalayan ko na lang na umiiyak na pala ako at kung hindi pa ako inabutan ng kleenex ni Daniel ay hindi ko malalaman. He kept quiet for a bit and let me mourn my mother. Ni hindi ko man lang nadama ang mainit n'yang yakap. Ang mga masuyong haplos n'ya, ang pupugin ng halik, sumama sa palengke, magluto kasama n'ya, makipaglaro sa kanya. I didn't have a single memory of her. I was too young to even remember her face.
"W-What does she look like, my mother," tanong ko sa kanyang nang k
