AS I was driving home, masinsin kong inisip ang relasyon namin ni Marga, kung paano kami nagsimula, at saan kami hahantaong.
It was Jordan’s fourth birthday; it was supposed to be a joyous event. He woke up happy. Excited. I bought him a battery-operated car. Hindi naman siya gaanong mapapagod sa paglalaro niyon, otomatik naman kasi ang sasakyang laruan. Alam kong mas excited ako kaysa sa aking anak, mas masaya. Gusto kong ibigay ang lahat nang makapagpapangiti sa kanya.
“Drink, Sir?” The bartender asked when I sat on the stool at the front bar.
“Yes. A whiskey, please.” I needed something hard to help ease with the pain I was feeling.
I needed a breather. Iniwanan ko ang aking anak sa pangangalaga ng aking ina sa ospital. I hopped into my car and drove to a nearest club to
