Izabelle’s eyes raised from the doll to the person who just called her. Her eyes were puffy and her sight was almost blurry. She blinked to get a better view of the person, no people that were rushing toward her. Just as she recognized them, she stood up from the bench and waited till they got to her. “Izabelle are you alright? How’s your daughter?” Jared asked as he got to her. His hands were on her shoulder. She was looking so weak like a leaf and he feared that if he let go of her, she was going to fall. “Izabelle, say something.” Beside Jared was his wife Kathie and they both stared at Izabelle in worry. “Rosie...Rosie, she..” Izabelle couldn’t complete her statement because the tears that she had fought so hard to stop started streaming down her cheek again and her dry throat made it hard for her to speak. Her tears streamed as she stared at her brother and pointed at the emergency room. “It’s alright, Rosie. It’s going to be fine, okay? Rosie is going to be fine.”Izabelle s
“Rosie, baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Izabelle panicked as she dropped the bowl of pap on the bedside table and used her cloth to clean Rosie’s teary eyes. She feared that Rosie would stress her heart again and something bad might happen. “Baby, please stop crying, hmm? You heard what the doctor said.”She patted her back and cleaned her tears until Rosie calmed down and stopped crying. What was making her cry now? Was it the fact that she was in the hospital for the umpteenth time this year or she just felt emotional? What was making her baby cry again? Why must she have to suffer like this? She was so little but has been to the hospital at least twice to five times every month. Why exactly must it be like this, huh? Rosie has been suffering for long enough. When was her suffering going to end? She rather that she suffer instead of her daughter who spends her days in the hospital instead of having fun and living a free life like other kids. Izabelle’s eyes watered as sh
“Hmm. I think Uncle Nick would also like to see you. You'll get to see and play with him once you get transferred to the city hospital, hmm?” “En.”“Izabelle guess what? I got awesome news,” Ruby announced. “What?”“Your manager gave me a call. He has been trying to reach you since yesterday. He told me you have lots of bookings for the next three days from people who would like to get their photos done by you. They wanted you to do it personally.” “Hope you told him that I won't be able to make it? Little Rosie isn't fine. I'll have to accompany her until she gets better. Tomorrow, she would get transferred to the city hospital.”“Don’t tell me that you're going to kick the offers aside. You're just starting your studio here and it wouldn't be good if you start by disappointing customers. You might just end up losing them.”“It doesn't matter. Rosie’s health comes first. I'll have to accompany her. We can just reschedule everything.”“Eish. But you know this wouldn't be good. Okay
Click! Click!The clicking sound of a camera reverberated in Izabelle’s studio as she directed her client on how to post. She had rushed here early this morning after kissing Rosie goodbye and thanking Ruby for being of help for the past two days that she has been coming here to attend to her clients. The studio was filled with more than fifteen celebrities and people from elite societies waiting for their snaps to be taken in all sorts of manners. “This is so fine. Thank goodness I found you,” the girl whose snap was being taken exclaimed after Izabelle showed her the picture that she had snapped. “Can I take more, please? Double payments.”Isabelle nodded in exhaustion as she stepped backward and helped the girl post before taking a few more pictures. “Oh, my goodness. This is beautiful. Thank you so much. I'm going to tell all my friends about you.” Because of the lady’s excitement, the other girl waiting for their photos to be taken rushed to them to see the picture and they g
Before Selene could lunge at the girl, Izabelle rushed to stand in the middle of them causing Selene’s hand to fall on her and push her so hard that she fell on the floor groaning in pain. Gasps and murmurs filled the huge studio room. “Miss Rossador, are you alright,” the other girl rushed to Selene and helped her up. That was a really strong stray push. “That wasn't intended for you, Miss Rossador. You shouldn't have gotten in the way.”“How rude can you be? You pushed her. You should be apologizing.”“Once again, you are putting your nose where it does not belong. Stay out of my business and we would be fine. I wouldn't want you annoying me to the core now.”“Enough!” Isabelle dropped her camera aside and walked to stand before Selene. “It's either you sit and wait for your turn or you leave. If you create any form of violence again, then I'm going to call the police,” she threatened. Surely, Selene wouldn't want
He stopped rooted on the spot at the voice of the little child. Before he could turn and confirm the voice, he felt tiny hands wrap around his legs and called again. “Handsome Daddy? Did you come to see little Rosie?” He turned to face the little girl and bent to pat her hair as he smiled naturally. How can this little girl lift his angry mood by just calling him that?“How are you, little girl? What are you doing in the hospital?”He carried her to sit on a white round block bench that stood confidently in the middle of the hospital and the middle were pretty flowers. He sat next to her while staring at her cute little face and waiting for his answer. “Rosie came to get treatment,” she stretched her head until it was almost the same height as his ears and whispered. “Don’t tell anyone. I ran away from Aunt Ruby while she was making a call. She wants me to have a nap until mommy returns.”Marcel chuckled at the child’s words. “You shouldn’t have. What if you fell into danger?”“But
“Where are you taking me? Her hands tried to pull away from his as he held her hands and started dragging her in a direction only he knows. She struggled to pull her hands away but his grip on hers was too tight that she only ended up hurting herself. Where the hell was Marcel taking her to? Why was he even here in the first place? The questions took a toll on her mind as she tried to keep up with his fast pace. She was resisting the urge to bite his hands and get away from him to her daughter. Marcel led her to the stairs and with his hand still on hers, he dragged her to climb the stairs with him. “Marcel. Let go of my hands. Where are you taking me?” She hit his arm with her other hand but he didn't even flinch. He just kept dragging her to where he wanted and they climbed stairs upon stairs. “Shut up!”“What do you want?”Her legs were starting to hurt badly from climbing the long stairs that seemed unending to her. It was unending
“I didn’t say that.”“You did, Marcel. You know,” Izabelle chuckled. “When I found out that I was pregnant, I didn’t know what to feel. I didn’t know what Grandfather would say. I don’t know what to do but when I started feeling the child in me, I was confident that I was going to have her. I even had to drink wine in front of everyone so no one would suspect.”Her hands moved to wipe her tears and she continued. “And then, I found out that she was going to have ill health. She wasn’t going to be healthy like every other child. She was going to have a hole in her heart, I had to cry myself to sleep every day but I just couldn’t bring myself to get rid of her even though I knew that she was going to suffer as she grew. Even though I knew that you had to suffer because of the same illness. I had hope for the little life I felt every day. I had hope for the child that kicks every night when I want to sleep. I couldn’t bring myself to do it,” her tears flowed the more. Marcel bit his l