It was like I saw a ghost- a ghost from the past. I froze on the spot while the two of them continued looking at me. I don’t want to feel. But if there's something dominant with my feelings- that is confusion. Because why is she here? Or maybe my eyes are just playing tricks with me? But why does she look exactly like my biological mother? Why does she look like she’s so surprised to see me? Why does the familiarity feel so strong? If this is indeed her, who did we bury years ago? I couldn't say a word, and neither could they. I could feel the tension between us. I feel bad because it's supposed to be a happy day for my son and he's too young to understand things. "Mommy, are you crying?" I heard Andrei ask. Zandrey was carrying him in his arms and they were looking at me. I didn't realize that tears were already falling down from my eyes. When Andrei pointed it out, I quickly wiped it with my hands. "Baby, Daddy's still at work and he's quite busy. Maybe this is enough. We s
I finally had the courage to contact Zandrey. I asked him if I could meet him... and her. That's why I couldn’t contain my nerves right now while I was going out of my car. He gave me the address to their home. He took a leave so he's there. He even volunteered to take me but I was firm in going there by myself. I saw Zandrey waiting for me by the gate. It was a two-storey house that had a huge lot. There's either a pool or a huge garage. That, I'm not sure yet. Zandrey gave me a tight-lipped smile when I was nearing him. "Hi," he greeted. "Hi," I replied. If there’s something dominant about what I’m feeling right now, that’s nervousness. I couldn’t chill while I was on my way here. Good thing I was able to drive safely earlier. I'm gonna see her again. And even if I tried to prepare myself for that meeting, I still feel nervous. I'm scared of what I'm going to hear. I'm scared of what I might feel after hearing her explanation. "She's waiting for you," he said. Upon en
I feel like I was a walking zombie. I have so much on my schedule the past few days and a lot of things keep on happening. Everyone is restless. I don't even know how I managed to accomplish all my work. It has been almost a month since I heard my mother's explanation. I still think about it pretty much everyday and as each day passes, I feel like the pain is also slowly subsiding... or maybe I'm just getting used to it. It’s also been a month since I stopped talking to Zandrey. The coffee continued and he would often go to my office to visit but I never allowed him inside. My mind will just get messier if I see him. I need to reflect on everything and in order for me to be able to reflect well, I need not to see his face. Dad seems okay. It was easier for Dad to accept everything and maybe that has something to do with Mommy Miranda by her side. I wish I also had someone to be with in times like this. I can’t see Daisy that often since she's still advised to have a bed-rest. And I
I woke up with no Andrei beside me. When I looked around, he was also nowhere inside the room. It's officially his birthday and everybody in the house is so excited for it. Toy story is the theme of the party. Andrei specifically asked for it. He already knows what he wants and what he doesn't want, and just thinking about it kind of makes me well up with tears. He's really growing up. Even if I wanted to stop it, I know it's impossible. I just want him to remain this bubbly kid that he is. I wanted to protect him from this world's cruelty. I don’t want him to grow up and go through the problems adults go through. I slowly stood up and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. The party’s at 3 pm so I still have much time to prepare. I really took a leave from work just so I could attend. I also requested for Janine to close the shop so she could attend. Some of my staff who are not busy are also invited. I also heard from Zandrey that he will take a leave today. This is the first
"Be good, okay?" I said to Andrei. I am not feeling well right now and Zandrey’s on duty so I just asked our driver to take Andrei to school. I really can’t handle moving a lot today. Everything hurts, and I think this is the result of not being able to take a rest after a lot of busy days. "Okay, Mommy," he replied. He hugged me before I closed the door to the backseat. "Please drive safely," I told our driver and he smiled at me and assured me nothing bad will happen. I remained standing near the gate as I watched the car run. When the car was no longer visible in my sight, I went inside. "Are you okay, Auntie?" I asked Auntie Gina. She looked so pale while running towards me. "Ma'am Miranda’s crying so hard. She said her stomach is aching so bad," she said. "What?" "She’s in her room," she grumbled. I quickly ran upstairs to check on Mommy Miranda. It was like all the pain I was feeling earlier suddenly vanished. I couldn’t think of myself. All I thought about was Mommy Mira
I still feel so sick. I still feel all the tiredness and all the pain, but at this point, I couldn’t focus on it. A lot has happened. Everything happened simultaneously and I don’t know how to deal with it. It was like everything was dumped at me. It’s so heavy.It’s so difficult.The next day, when I got to the hospital, I saw Dad sleeping while sitting. "Dad.." He woke up and looked up to me and flashed his sad smile. "Go home, Dad. It’s your turn to take a rest," I said but he shook his head. I know he doesn’t want to leave Mommy Miranda. Even I don't want to leave her because I was afraid of what might happen. But I also just can’t let him not take a rest. I don’t want him to be sick either. "Dad, Mommy Miranda wouldn’t like it if you won’t take a rest. Auntie Gina will come here later so you don’t have to worry," I added. It took me a lot of convincing before he went home. I could see how tired he was but he said he’ll just take a rest for a while and will come back later in
I tried to calm myself first before going back to Mommy Miranda’s room. Even if I already feel so tired, I can’t let her see it. I don’t want her to worry about us. It should be us worrying about her. She shouldn’t think about anything else, but getting better. Because we can’t afford to lose her. When I got to her, I saw her already awake and so I smiled at her. She’s still lying on the bed. I really wish I could do something for her. "How are you feeling, Mom?" I asked as I sat next to her.She smiled at me. But there was something different in her smile. "You should give Emily another chance," she said. She's in pain but she still thinks of other people. I don’t know how she’s able to do that."We already talked," I replied. She nodded with a smile on her face. She’s smiling, but seeing that smile is hurting me. My eyes automatically tears up just seeing that smile, so I looked away.She made my life bearable the past years. She's my mother and she made me feel her presence in
I’ve been almost living in the hospital. I would go to work but my mind would always wander, that’s why after work, I always go directly to the hospital. My mind’s really in chaos when I don’t get to visit Mommy Miranda and Daisy. Whenever I don’t know how they’re doing, I feel uneasy. It has become a part of my routine to visit them every time I have the chance. I went to Daisy first. Dom texted me earlier that she’ll be discharged tomorrow. I knocked on the door before opening it. I peeked first to make sure I’m not walking into an awkward situation. Because the last time I went it straight, I walked into them both crying. I saw Dominic sitting beside Daisy who’s currently sleeping.“How is she?” I asked when I entered the room. I tried to not make so much noise because I don’t want to wake her up. It's the only time she gets to be at peace. Because the moment she opens her eyes, she would always cry. “Still not as talkative, but she’s eating now,” Dominic replied. He’s looking