"In many instances, Sinang, I still can't help but feel regret, even though so much time has passed," Dolor murmured, her hands moving with practiced ease as she laid out the fish to dry under the warm afternoon sun. The salty breeze rustled through her hair, but her mind was far from the present task. Her eyes were drawn to the nearly crumbling hut that had once been the warm, welcoming home of Nestor and Victoria. The sight of the dilapidated structure, now barely standing amidst the encroaching wilderness, stirred a deep, aching sorrow within her.
As she allowed her thoughts to wander back to those days, a heavy sigh escaped her lips, laden with the weight of memories too painful to fully embrace.
"We can't do anything about it anymore, Dolor. And besides, that was a long time ago. Vi
