"L-linus. . ." nginig na boses niya.
"W-why are you doing this?" kurap ng mga mata niya habang nakatitig sa iilang kutsilyo sa harapan.
"Choose which one, Saraid," igting ng panga ko at lamig na titig ko sa kanya.
She stared at me deeply and the tears are now pooling inside her eyes. . . She's got her trauma and I seen it. Takot siya sa mga kutsilyong ito at pati na ang gunting. I have noticed this on her from the moment she cleaned the fish using her hands. Noon, hindi ko makuha kung bakit ayaw niyang humawak ng kutsilyo at gunting.
Huh, so this is why. . . Now I know the reason why. . .
"Just choose one, baby. Just one."
I tried to say it in a low tune, trying to make her feel better. Halata na kasi masyado ang panginginig ng kamay niya at ang kakaibang paghinga nito. Ilang min
