Bethilda
When I was young, all I thought about was to make everything smooth for my mother.
She was a very good mother. Her name was Belinda Santerri Dangcalan. She was a beautiful woman with her beautiful and radiant face that always makes me smile everytime I see her face. She was a good mother. She always took care of me and never made me felt left behind after we were abandoned by my father when I was 12.
I was once a happy person. I was once a painter of a colorful world, a beautiful and round world.
I always wonder when she died in front of me if I ever gave her so much trouble for ending her life so soon. I tried to think of a good reason but I couldn't bring myself to point one logical thing.
Was life too good for me that someone in the universe decided to give me problems? Wa
