One night, I saw mommy cry. Si daddy ay nasa room na at nagpapahinga. Hindi naman siya laging ganito, pero kapag umiiyak siya ay lagi ako ang nakakakita.
"Mommy what's wrong?" Niyakap ko siya sa likuran. "You're crying again. Daddy is doing fine naman po."
My daddy is sick. Heart failure. Well matagal na siyang naoperahan and such, he even recovered na. Pero hindi pa pala iyon tapos. May dalawang operations left, and for six years nilalalabanan namin iyon. Mommy is very worried about it. I was five years old when I knew he was freaking sick. My mommy hid it from us.
And I was four years old back then when we knew na siya ang real daddy namin, not Gregory.
"Nothing baby. Why are you still awake?" She asked.
"I was doing my assignments," I answered.
Pinahid niya ang luha at ngumiti. "A
