Weak
" Sí, Mama."
Sinagot ko ang tawag ng ina ko kahit na may kutob ako na hindi ko magugustuhan ang sasabihin niya. Well, that's my mother, kailan ba siya tumawag na naging masaya ako?
Lady Blythe Constancia Zachariah Cortez, my mother. The woman who wants only the best and only know the most expensive things. She's fearless and brave woman. I envy her, her braveness and toughness. Everything about her is envious.
" Pack all your things and get ready to leave that country. You're going home." Her firm and authoritative voice filled my ear.
Para akong nanlamig sa sinabi niya. " What?"
" You heard me, young lady."
" But why?"
" Why? Are you playing dumb or what?"
" Is my days here in the Philippines are meeting its expiration, Mama?" Pinilit kong hinaaan ang boses ko.
" Yes."
