Anastasia's POV
Pinagmasdan ko ang painting at gamit ng mga magulang ko sa basement. Umupo ako sa sahig at tiningnan ang painting. Hinaplos ko ang pulang pintura na sinaboy ko rito noon.
I smiled bitterly.
How selfish.
I ruined their painting because I don't want to remember them. I ruined it because I don't want to remember their faces, their trace. I tried so hard to forget everything that happened, thinking that the pain will ease. I'm thinking that erasing their things and pictures will help me forget that night. I blame them even I know it's not their fault. I blame them kahit alam kong hindi nila kami ginustong iwanan. I blame them just because I'm hurting.
"I'm sorry, Mom, Dad. Sobrang sakit kasi eh. I was alone and each day, I'm getting crazy because of that tragedy. Nabuhay
