“Dad, let me help you with that,” Lyrica quickly offered, rushing to her father’s side. The two walked home together. Lyrica worked in their town as a vendor to help support their family.
“Alright, carry this sack for me,” her father said with a tired but warm smile. “I told you, Dad, don’t carry this much. It’s dangerous for you,” she said with concern. “I’m fine, hija. Julio wouldn’t let me ride on his cart earlier—it was already full,” her father explained, his exhaustion evident. Seeing his weary face felt like a stab to Lyrica’s heart. “Dad, good thing you’re back. Ambet and Niño have run out of milk,” Cynthia, her older sister, greeted him. She acted as though Lyrica wasn’t even there. Cynthia already had three children—five-year-old Bingo and almost two-year-old twins, Ambet and Niño. Separated from her husband, who was a womanizer and drunkard, Cynthia was unemployed, leaving the burden of raising her kids to Lyrica and their father. “I didn’t earn anything today, Cynthia. I even had to pay off some of our debt at the store,” their father said. Cynthia huffed in irritation, scratching her head. “So what now, Dad? These two have been crying all day,” she retorted. “Here, Ate. Luckily, Mother Lucing paid us early today,” Lyrica said, handing over some money. Cynthia merely glared at her. “Good. Go buy some milk at the store, Lyrica,” Cynthia said before heading back inside to soothe her children. Lyrica let it go. Ever since their mother passed away, Cynthia had treated her this way, sometimes even hurting her. Lyrica couldn’t understand where her sister’s anger was coming from. “Be patient with your sister, Lyrica,” her father said, his voice heavy with fatigue. “It’s fine, Dad. By the way, I brought some cooked food. I’ll start cooking rice after I get back from the store to buy Ambet’s milk,” Lyrica said with a smile before heading out. At the store, she heard neighbors chatting. “Lyrica, when are you going back to school? Your intelligence shouldn’t go to waste,” one of them asked. “Yes, Julius—my son who was in your grade—is graduating from college this May,” added another. “I’m saving up so I can go back to school,” Lyrica replied awkwardly. “Do you think you can save enough? Ever since your sister moved back in, you and your father have done nothing but work, while Cynthia just takes it easy,” said one of the women. “Exactly. She’s always here, snacking with her kids and even smoking cigarettes,” chimed in another. “Is that so? We didn’t know Ate had started smoking,” Lyrica said quietly before leaving. A sense of unease crept over her, and she hurried home. “Here’s the milk, Ate,” she said, handing it to Cynthia before going to her room. Once inside, she immediately checked her hidden wallet, where she kept all her savings from selling goods in town. Her heart sank. Only 500 pesos remained. She broke down in tears. “What happened, Lyrica?” Her father rushed into her room, alarmed. Still crying, she couldn’t answer. Cynthia soon entered as well. “What’s going on here?” Cynthia asked bluntly. “Ate, my savings are almost gone! I’ve been working so hard to save, and now there’s barely anything left!” Lyrica cried, clutching her wallet. She noticed Cynthia’s guilty expression before her sister averted her eyes. “So what? Are you accusing me of taking it?” Cynthia snapped. “Cynthia, did you take your sister’s money?” their father asked, his tone stern. “Why would I do that, Dad? I didn’t even know she had money hidden there,” Cynthia deflected. “CYNTHIA!” “Fine! I took some, okay? What do you expect me to do? My kids are starving!” Cynthia shouted. “Ate, I had saved over 4,000 pesos, and now there’s only 500 left,” Lyrica sobbed. She had been saving to try her luck in Manila, hoping to find a better job there. “God, Cynthia, where did the rest of her money go?” their father asked, devastated. “Why are you always taking Lyrica’s side, Dad? I’m your child too!” Cynthia cried and stormed out of the room. “Lyrica, please forgive your sister. She’s probably just overwhelmed,” her father said softly. “My savings, Dad. I worked so hard for that... I’ve been skipping proper meals, eating just rice and free soup at the eatery to save money,” Lyrica said, her voice filled with hurt. Her father embraced her, tears in his eyes. He promised to talk to Cynthia. That night, Lyrica skipped dinner, too upset to eat. She stayed in her room, crying herself to sleep. The next morning, she woke up early to prepare for work. Cynthia was still asleep, so she left quietly. “Lyrica, can we talk?” her father said gently as she stepped out of the house. “What is it, Dad?” she asked, her eyes still puffy from crying. “Please be patient with your sister. Maybe she’s just really struggling because she hasn’t found a job yet,” he said. “We’re all struggling, Dad. You know why I’ve been saving—I want to go to Manila to find work. I could earn more there,” Lyrica explained. Her father sighed heavily and looked down. “I know, anak. Don’t worry, I’ll repay what your sister took,” he said. “No need, Dad. I’m sorry, too. I was just really upset last night. Don’t worry, I’ll save again,” Lyrica said with a smile. “Thank you, anak,” her father said, hugging her. “Alright, Dad, I need to go now. I might miss my ride,” she said with a smile. “Take care, anak. I need to go too—Berto has work for me today. I can’t miss the opportunity,” he replied. With that, father and daughter parted ways to face another day of hard work. When I arrived at Nanay Lucing's vegetable stall, I immediately began my tasks. I assisted her with selling and cleaning her stall. I’m deeply thankful to my friend Marco for recommending me for this job with Nanay Lucing. I met Marco back in high school. We became good friends, along with Mildred, Wren, and Krisha. We formed a close-knit group. Marco, Wren, and Mildred are still continuing their college education, while Krisha and I had to stop. I stopped first, having only completed my first year in college, while Krisha left during her third year after getting pregnant. Now, she lives with her partner, Darius. Whenever we have free time, we all gather at Krisha’s house to spend time together—just like today after my shift.“Child, you beat me to it again,” Nanay Lucing said with a smile. “Of course, Nanay. You might replace me if I keep coming late,” I joked back. I’ve been working for Nanay Lucing for almost three years now. I started here right after I had to stop my studies. It’s a shame—I would have graduated this year if I had continued. However, my father couldn’t afford to send me to school anymore because my younger siblings, Boyet and Annika, are still in school. The twins are now in 10th grade. My older brother, Roy, lives with his wife but visits every weekend with their child, Rico. “Is there something wrong, child? Forgive me for asking, but I noticed your eyes are swollen,” Nanay Lucing asked with concern. “It’s nothing, Nanay. I just stayed up late last night,” I said, scratching my head. “I know you well, child. After all this time working here, I can tell when something’s wrong.” “There was just a little trouble at home, Nanay, but we’ve sorted it out.” “Are you sure, ch
Chapt 3 "There’s nothing I can do about it now because she doesn’t have the money to give back. We’d just end up fighting, and I don’t want to add to Tatay’s problems." Thinking of Tatay made me cry even more. "Are you really determined to move to Manila, Lyrica?" he asked. "Of course. There are more opportunities in Manila, Marco. Aren’t you planning to work there too after finishing your course?" I wiped my tears away. "Ah, yeah, Lyrica," he replied absentmindedly. "Just don’t leave money at home anymore, Lyrica. Avoid the problem altogether," Marco suggested. I nodded, and we continued our journey. When we arrived outside Krisha’s house, I quickly fixed myself up. "You already look pretty, Lyrica," Marco teased. "Idiot! I’m just checking if my eyes are still puffy," I snapped at him, which made him laugh. "Oh, so the lovebirds are here!" Mildred teased as soon as she saw us. I rolled my eyes at her. It was always like this every time we met up. "That’s why Lyrica keeps r
"I’ll call Ate Jessie. Do you want to talk to her? I’ve mentioned your plans to her before. She told me there might be openings at her office, although that was some time ago. But there are plenty of other companies in Manila, Lyrica," Mildred offered. "Are you sure it’s okay? Won’t your cousin find it bothersome?" I asked hesitantly. "Of course not. Don’t worry about it; Ate is really kind," Mildred assured me. "Great! This way, we’ll have a ninang who’s a Manila girl!" Krisha teased, lightening the mood. "Okay, I suppose it won’t hurt to try," I said, smiling faintly. Mildred dialed her cousin Ate Jessie’s number. The phone rang several times before she answered, her background noisy. "Hello, Mildred? Why are you calling? Is something wrong?" Ate Jessie asked. "Nothing’s wrong, Ate. Are you busy? I just have a quick question," Mildred replied sweetly. "Not really. I’m just hanging out at a bar after work—chilling, you know," her cousin said with a laugh. "What’s your quest
Chapt 6The next morning, I went home to change clothes.“Lyrica? Can we talk?” Dad asked me. I nodded and followed him outside the house.“I'm sorry about last night, Dad. I just really felt upset.”“I understand, child. And I’m sorry too for your siblings. You know how they are,” he said with a sigh.“Yes, Dad. By the way, I might finally push through with leaving.”“Oh... Is that so? Are you sure about your plan?”“Yes, Dad. I’ve been saving up for this for a long time. I can help out more if I work in Manila,” I replied with a smile.“You really take after your mom, Lyrica. I know you won’t let anyone stop you. Just take care of yourself there, okay?”“I will, Dad.”And that was how our conversation ended. It was always the same advice from Dad—to be patient with my siblings or just try to understand them.I left the house and went to the terminal.When I arrived at the store, I got straight to work.“Dear, can I get a bag of onions? Also, two bundles of string beans and water spi
"Take care of yourself, Lyrica. Don't ever forget my reminders," my father said as he hugged me tightly.Today was the day I left for Manila, a five-hour journey from our province."I will, Dad. This is all for our family," I reassured him."Ate, please be careful there, okay? It's probably better that you're leaving. I hate seeing Ate Cynthia picking fights with you. Boyet and I can't do anything because we're too scared of her and Ate," Annika said, her voice trembling."You'll be fine. Just make sure you and Boyet look after our nieces and nephews. Call me right away if there's a problem, alright? Don't hesitate," I said as I ruffled her hair."Of course, Ate."Cynthia and the others weren't home; they had spent the night at Kuya Roy's house. I chose not to tell them about my departure to avoid any drama.It was only three in the morning, and Wren and Marco were accompanying me to the bus terminal. I didn’t ask my father to come because I didn’t want us breaking down in tears at th
"Uh, just ignore those two. Go ahead, put your things in that room, then let's eat," Jessie said, evading my questioning look. I just followed her instructions and stepped out again to join them for dinner."Hey girl, how old are you? You know, you’d be perfect for the place where we work," Misha said."Stupid! Leave Lyrica out of it; she’s pure!" Jessie quickly interjected as she sat at the dining table."Come on, it’s so hard to find jobs here in Manila. She’ll probably end up working there, too. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of her. Don’t act like you didn’t start the same way," Misha teased Jessie.Jessie let out a resigned sigh."Uh, so Lyrica, the truth is, I don’t actually work in an office. I couldn’t get hired by any company here in Manila back then," Jessie began."So I ended up working in a high-end bar, along with these two. No one back in the province knows, so please don’t mention it to Mildred. She’s so nosy," she said, shaking her head."Oh, of course not," I replied wi
My day started early, while Jessie and the others were just getting ready to sleep. I tidied up the apartment, mindful of Jessie’s instructions about what could and couldn’t be moved.After finishing the chores, I got myself ready for my first day of job hunting. I wore my black slacks from college, paired with a purple blouse. I powdered my face lightly and applied a bit of lipstick to add color. Despite it being only seven in the morning, the noise outside was already palpable. I slipped on my black doll shoes, texted my housemates to let them know I was out, and left.I rode a tricycle, holding the list of places I planned to visit. I started with the one closest to the apartment."Good morning, Sir. Is this where the hiring is happening?" I asked the guard stationed outside a tall building."Yes, hija. Are you applying?""Yes, I hope so," I replied with a smile."Alright, come in. Do you see the line of applicants over there?" He pointed to a group seated nearby. I nodded and proc
I didn’t know what to do when Annika called one morning, crying hysterically.“Ate! Ambet was rushed to the hospital! His fever is extremely high, and he had a seizure!” she sobbed, her voice trembling.“Lyrica, give me the phone. I’ll talk to her,” I heard Ate Cynthia say in a panicked tone.“Hello, Lyrica! We’re at the hospital right now. Ambet’s fever is so high. Send us money. We urgently need it for your nephew!” Ate demanded, her voice frantic.I burst into tears. Who could I even borrow money from? I still haven’t found a job.“Alright, Ate… I’ll send some as soon as I borrow from someone here. Please update me on Ambet’s condition,” I replied, my voice breaking.“Make sure to send it immediately. The doctor prescribed medicine, and we don’t have money to buy it,” Ate said before ending the call.I sat there, paralyzed. Jessie might be able to lend me at least a couple of thousand pesos.I waited for Jessie to wake up, but Shiela emerged from the bedroom first.“Oh, what happen
26"Marco, can you talk to me without shouting?" I said seriously. It was just the two of us in the house since Sir Kyros had taken Jessie with him. He thought it would be better for Marco and me to have a proper conversation."Who wouldn't be angry, Lyrica? You hid your job from us! And now you're bringing a man into the place you're living in. What do you think your father would say?" he asked, his frustration evident."That's exactly why I couldn't tell you, because I knew you'd be mad. And... I was ashamed of where I ended up working here," I admitted, my voice shaking."It is shameful, Lyrica! Who is that man? Has he already paid you to sleep with him? Is that why you act so comfortable with each other?"I slapped him—hard. He froze in shock."Lyrica...""Enough, Marco. Your words are too cruel. I've been explaining myself to you, but it's like you're not even listening," I said, my tears finally falling."This conversation is pointless if your mind is already made up," I said, s
25What are you doing here, Marco?" I asked him as soon as I recovered from my shock.I glanced around and saw that he was alone."I should be the one asking you that, Lyrica. Where have you been, and why are you dressed like that?" he asked angrily, stepping closer.I noticed our nosy neighbor peeking from behind the wall. It was barely six in the morning, yet gossip was already spreading.I sighed before inviting Marco inside. He followed, likely noticing the prying eyes from next door as well."So, Lyrica? Aren’t you going to answer me?""Calm down, Marco.""How do you expect me to calm down? Do you know what your neighbor told me? That you’re working in a bar, Lyrica! And that you’re with Mildred’s cousin!" His voice was nearly a shout, his anger evident."I’m just a waitress there, Marco. That’s all." I sighed deeply."A waitress? Lyrica, you’re educated! You’re not stupid. Why would you take a job like that? Are you even thinking? I came here to surprise you, but I was the one w
24"Ayan Annika, is it clear now?" I asked excitedly."Yes, Ate! Dad! Ate Lyrica is here!" She ran out of the house to call our father."Lyrica, my child! How are you?" Dad greeted me happily.I had waited until I received my salary to send money for Annika and Boyet to buy a cellphone. This way, we could video call, and they could also use it for school."I'm doing fine, Dad. How about you?" My voice trembled with emotion as I saw them on the video call. I missed them so much."We're doing fine too, child. Thanks to the money you sent, we were able to buy a sack of rice and milk for your nieces and nephews," he said with a smile."That's great to hear, Dad.""Ate, we bought Dad a rechargeable radio so he can listen to the news or music while working in the fields," Boyet cheerfully added."That's right, Ate! Dad is so happy about it!" Annika laughed."That's good. Next time, if my budget allows, buy a television for the kids. They always go to the neighbors' house just to watch TV."
23Lucian became even more affectionate toward me in the following days. He hardly wanted me out of his sight, and he even skipped work, insisting that he would take care of me.What happened that night never repeated. After I reached my climax, he gently cleaned me up and left the room."Lyrica, darling, what do you want to eat?""I’ll leave it up to you, Lucian.""Why do you always leave it to me, hmm?" He hugged me tenderly from behind."Because you're the picky one when it comes to food."He laughed at my remark."Don’t laugh! I’m telling the truth. Oh, by the way, I’m going back to my apartment later."His arms loosened around me, and he turned me to face him."I'm already feeling better, Lucian. I need to go home."He let out a sigh."I can't stop you," he said nonchalantly."I’ll just drive you home later."I smiled at him. "Thank you, Lucian. I also need to return to work—otherwise, I won’t get paid." I scratched my head."Hmm… okay."Since that night, I haven’t called him “Si
"Ah, Sir Lucian, I've already let Lyrica's friends in." Mother Linda also appeared there. Sir Lucian just nodded and straightened herself. I winced when I remembered that I had pushed her away. "There's a gym downstairs, I'll be there first, Lyrica. You can stay in my room so you can rest better. I'll leave you." He kissed me on the forehead and after a moment of entering the room, I saw that he was already holding a hoodie jacket. The two who sat next to me didn't say anything. They didn't even say goodbye to Sir Lucian. I just invited them into the room. "Uh? So what's that?" Shiela said out of nowhere. "Sir Lucian is used to kissing my forehead..." I said blushing, avoiding the two of them. "What is Lyrica used to? Please explain. That's not what friends or bosses do." Jessie said sternly. " At first, I told him not to do that. But when I came here, he couldn't help but do it." "So what about the hugging session you two had, huh?" Shiela raised her eyebrows at me. "Uh, he's
I woke up feeling hungry and instinctively held my head, still aching."How are you feeling, hija?" asked an elderly woman. I looked around, confused."You’re here at Sir Lucian’s condo. I’m Nanay Linda. He asked me to take care of you since he had something important to attend to, hija," she explained."Ah, I see. Thank you so much for taking care of me, Nanay Linda. I’m sorry for troubling you," I sincerely replied, which made her smile."You’re not fluent in English, huh? I thought you were a foreigner earlier. Would you like something to eat?" she asked teasingly."No, Nanay Linda. I grew up in the province. By the way, what time is it?" I asked, curious about how long I’d been asleep."It’s only five in the morning, hija.""It’s still so early, Nanay. Did you get any rest?" I asked, worried I might have kept her up all night.She chuckled at my question. "Oh, you sweet child. I did get some rest. I just woke up recently, so don’t worry. Now, let me prepare something for your brea
"Lyrica, didn’t I tell you on your first day here that I don’t want any trouble in Valiente?" Sir Kyros said sternly as I sat in his office. Across from me was Sofia, crying dramatically.I let out a deep sigh."I always follow your rules, Sir Kyros," I responded calmly.He nodded and adjusted his posture."Sofia reported to me that you picked a fight with her earlier."I gathered all the courage I could to defend myself. So this was Sofia’s game—playing the victim.I smiled faintly at Sir Kyros, deliberately avoiding even a glance at Sofia."Sir Kyros, it’s true I answered her back earlier because I’m getting irritated by her attitude...""See, Sir Kyros? I told you! That new waitress of yours keeps picking on me. She acts like she owns Valiente!" Sofia cried louder, as if on cue."I’m not done, Sofia," I said coldly, glaring at her. My head ached, and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with her theatrics. If I didn’t settle this now, she’d continue to bully me every night at Valiente.Sof
“Lyrica, table 9.” Emir said briefly. I quickly picked it up and delivered it to the customer.Once I was sure that Sir Lucian was fine, I returned to work. Sir Kyros kept his word and doubled my salary, allowing me to send a considerable amount of money to my father. I also ensured that my sister Cynthia wouldn’t squander it on her vices.Sir Lucian and I remained friends. I’m even more pleased now because I often get free rides home. He would always take me to my apartment, and in return, I’d do his laundry and clean his house once a week, which wasn’t too burdensome for me.“Lyrica, VIP 009,” Emir said as soon as I returned to him.It was a Saturday, the day when Valiente was usually busiest.I knocked on the VIP room door before entering. Inside were Sir Kyros's friends, except for Lucian, who was noticeably absent. It was strange because he was at Valiente almost every night, yet he wasn’t there now.“Lyrica, are you looking for Lucian?” Darius asked with a teasing smile. He told
19The entire day passed without Lucian and me speaking to each other. Every chance I got, I avoided him. I only prepared his meals and brought them to his room. Earlier, when I entered to deliver his dinner, I noticed he had already cleaned his space. He said nothing as I placed his meal on the table.Now, I’m in the living room of his condo, texting Jessie, who was asking when I’d return. Then I decided to call Annika."Hello, Ate!""Annika, how’s everything at home? How are our nieces and nephews?" I asked with a smile."We’re doing fine, Ate. Ambet’s better now, and his appetite is back. Good thing I was able to get them vitamins.""And how’s school for you and Boyet? Don’t you dare skip classes!""Of course not, Ate. Boyet is actually getting really into his studies now. When there’s no school, he’s always at the farm, so sometimes he doesn’t even ask Dad for allowance anymore.""That’s good to hear. When my salary increases, you and Boyet can stop working. Just focus on your stu