I collapsed and threw myself on the sofa as soon as I got home. I’ve never been this exhausted in my whole life. I closed my eyes for a few minutes before I heard my brother’s voice.
Since I got home early, I’m sure Jacques is still in the nursery at home with his tutor. At an early age, my older brother made sure that he was learning little by little. He couldn’t focus, so we just hired a tutor who dad also recommended.
“You should rest, Av.”
My heart quickly softened at what Kuya Jac said. Ever since he has really been my running mate, he was my enemy when I was bothered by other things. He knew all my misfortunes, but then, he stayed with me. He still never gets tired of proving that he is there for me.
When was the last time I greeted him? He suffered a lot. It is not easy to raise a child who has done nothing but find his mom.
 
It was past five o’clock in the afternoon when I arrived at BSE. I wouldn’t be relieved if Ma’am Cassandra and I would just talk about it on the phone, so after what the woman, I thought I would fly the distance between our home and the office. This must be a joke. Maybe Cormac was just mocking me or something, and I wanted to be sure. “Ma’am Cassie, what was that? What do they agree to?” I asked right after entering. The woman’s gaze remained straight. She shrugged slightly before speaking. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you guys. When you’re about to give up, the other side will agree. What really happened earlier about meeting his parents?” I had trouble sitting down but eventually started telling her what had happened. Starting with the plan at the airport, getting into their house, and how ann
“Dada!” My eyes immediately widened when I heard that loud shout as soon as we entered the place. Even before I could ask, the man beside me hurriedly attended to the kid approaching us. I froze right at my place. Is my intuition right all this time? Is he hiding a child? But why in an orphanage? “Dada, where were you? There are more of us already!” The boy smiled widely in front of Cornac. Bewildered, I took my cellphone out of my pocket and simply took a picture of them. I don’t know why I did that, but maybe I’m just worried I won’t see Cormac’s smile again. “Really? If that’s the case, I know you’ll be happier,” he said, smiling. I tried to ignore what I saw, but I also couldn’t help but smile. The man has this side. He’s not the Stoney that I used to kn
“Everything’s doing fine, sister. It’s great that there are more children here,” Cormac said enthusiastically as he ate one after the other. I have done nothing but wonder. Is Cormac Carter really what I see now? More than what I found out, he wasn’t really his parents’ biological son. It is also surprising that he has such a personality. He seems so different. But then, even though my resentment towards the man was rude, I still couldn’t help but be happy for him. I may be a little out of place, but I ignored that. The nuns here are kind, so as the children. I just don’t know why I can’t socialize with them. Maybe, it’s about the truth. The fact that Cormac isn’t really a Carter makes me even sadder. “I am glad that they are at home. . .” Cormac continued. “The anniversar
“Avery, you can’t do that! We need to please Mr. Carter because we are the ones who asked for his favor.” I hung my head low. I have so much to say, but I know that I shouldn’t do anything else at the end of the day but follow. “I am so done pleasing that jerk!” I sighed. I know I don’t have the right to complain, especially in front of the EIC herself, but I can’t feel used to it. Ma’am Cassandra will surely understand. Also, we’ve been together for a few years, so I’m sure she already knows my habit. “A little more patience, Av. This will be paid off once we win the AFA.” Somehow, those words calmed me down. That’s really what I’m holding on to. Some journalists are even noisier on their respective social media sites. Most of them are already starting to shoot the documentary and are already m
"What nonsense is that?" I couldn't help but sigh at the man in front of me, causing the few people there to look slightly at us. "The terms and conditions are in this envelope. You'll have your signature here, just like what our EIC told us. We will provide the contract–" "I won't sign that." The man just shrugged. He even managed to swallow the food in front of him. This will be a hard drive. All my patience was exhausted in the nooks and crannies of this man's personality. I took a deep breath — over and over, before turning into the man. "What do you want? You clearly told my boss that you are already accepting the offer, but you will not sign this 'contract'? How low can you go, Mr. Carter? This is just unprofessional!" He folded his hands and laid them on the table before looking at me. "How low can I go. . . Avery, how low can I go for you?" I froze in my place, I didn't even
I was struck Ma’am Cassandra’s voice rose the next morning when I went to BSE. She’s been screaming for a while now but my eyes are just blank. I still can’t imagine how it’s possible to deal with Cormac today. “I really don’t get Gelo. Yesterday, we were just talking about plan. They are okay with the schedule. But now they’ll suddenly cancel it?! Those people really don’t have a word to say.” Her mouth does not stop. She must be really annoyed that the team won’t whip us today. Since there is already a contract, the process is continuous. After the interview, there will be a meeting for the shooting of the documentary, discussing all the points, reminders, etc. I have already made a report about what I found out earlier, and I have passed it on to them. It will be easy for scriptwriters to fix everything. It won’t be long for maybe a month or two before
“Macky!” I quickly chased the man in front. He turned slightly away from our distance, but that wasn’t enough for me to see his face completely. The light was so dazzling that I didn’t know where it probably came from. “Hey, what! This is exhausting! Wait for me, oh!” I never stopped running, even though I had tripped a few times and almost dropped on the road. I felt a lot of headaches but I didn’t take it. I was determined to chase the man; I was determined to catch up with him. “What are you doing?” He quickly mimicked when the two of us were face to face. I can’t see his face. . . It was dim and dazzling, but I heard in his voice how annoyed he was. “Here. . . it’s yours! ” I don’t understand, but I gave him a picture. I don’t know and I can’t see it properly b
Jac Taylor’s point of view I smiled when I saw that message from Avery. She’s back to being tender, even though we fought a few times about the project she was doing with Cormac. That guy. . . how long will he harass my sister? It’s been two hours since I received the message but only now that I can reply to it. I’ve been very busy at my office and I missed the cellphone at home. I got home by lunch for Jacques and will just continue working at home as usual. Jacques studies in the morning, so that’s the time I chose for work. That way I can pick him and go home at the same time. This child. . . he’s my everything. Even though there are things I didn’t get and overcome before, I’m glad I have Jacques. I am no longer looking for anything else and I am grateful for what I have now. “Dad, where’s Tita Ry?” I
The AFA 2020, or the Antonio Facundo Awards, is a competition for journalists like me. It is also usually open to writers and directors. Unlike usual, here we take a subject, someone who is very popular with people. . . we published to viewers how that person’s life was. We know the life of whoever is chosen just to win. But after all those struggles on getting the right person for the documentary, I imprinted in my mind that I would be the winner. I promised I would do everything for the documentary, especially now that I have something I want to prove to the public. That I am more than the murderer’s daughter they once called. “Avery!” I confronted the woman who called me.. It was Ma’am Cassandra, running her way to me. This boss of mine nearly cried because she said she missed me so much. “The gem of the documentary!” It was as if this was
The court found my father's case guilty. Aside from his confession about what he did, the watch was still there, and some evidence had already come out after murdering Jandro. That was the hardest and the most painful decision of all — opening your eyes to each of those hearings. My father will spend twelve years in prison and mommy can't stand the truth. To help her feel at ease, Kuya Jac and I took her abroad. The public had criticize our family hard that we can’t even chew our food. My older brother was left in the Philippines to continue what dad left in the company. I knew it would never be an easy fight for kuya because the incident affected the state of the company and the people there. Almost everyone left, and it was like we were back to the beginning. Although I don't want to leave Kuya Jac there, I know it woul
“Avery? Dad!”For a few minutes no one spoke, even though the three of us were already in that room. Even though I was just looking at Kuya Jac and daddy, my heart was full of speculations.I can not believe what’s happening. I can’t. . . and will never accept these.In what ways was daddy involved in the murder of Cormac’s parents fifteen years ago?“Avery. . . ”“Please don’t act like this,” I said bluntly. “Please tell me I am imagining things!”Kuya Jac was the one I tried to face this time. Frustration was clear on his face. Fear of what I might say, do, and think. “What is this? Is this what you are hiding from me?”The words tangled at the tip of my tongue. I can’t seem to mutter a word.“Kuya, Daddy, what’s this? Why is it like this? How did it happen?!”I must be dreaming! My daddy w
“I’m going home,” I announced to the man when I talk to him for breakfast.A few minutes after I read that text, the man just left the room. He doesn’t know what I had just found out and whatever I was thinking.He was shocked when he faced me. “What? Wait, Av, why?” Cormac asked.I was still drowning in my thoughts, especially since the truth had suddenly been thrown at me.What did that really mean, then? What about the watch? What if my daddy had such a watch then? Did they already know about the identity of the murderer’s ally?How about my brother? Is he suspicious of our father as well? Why do they have to hide that thing from me?Dad.I have to go to my father.“Avery?”“I have to do something. . . at–at work,” I replied. Take care of whatever else he might think.How did they keep this matter a secret from me? Wh
“Of course,” I said reluctantly and then explicitly messed up my hair. “Of course, you don’t really have anything to look for! What an excuse.” After a few minutes of waiting for what the man would say after arriving in Batangas, I just gave up. This is frustrating! I still thought there would be something, and I would know today. “Cormac!” The man frowned when he turned to me. “Come on, Av. My legs are tired. We have a lot to go to on the first day of our itinerary. Av, you need to walk faster.” Itinerary? I was already left behind. Apparently I preferred to rebel, and I didn’t follow what Cormac was saying. I will never move here until it tells me what Kuya Jac and I are hiding from me. Even if night or darkness overtakes me here, I swear to all god
Two months passed so quickly. Happiness for Cormac and I had continued. That’s exactly what I was worrying about. . . everything seems falling into its proper places. Cormac laughs often, as if he never thought of his parents again. I would definitely say that I’m happy for him.a happiness I can’t hope for anything as I feel a happiness in my heart that I see him laughing, taking time to talk to my parents. There will be days they’ll go out for dinner or lunch, even if Kuya Jac didn’t invite us at all. I love that thing, because from the very beginning, I wanted Cormac to really find a new family—a family that will love and care for him. My mom and dad are the best parents of all time. They love Cormac as their son as well. I’m happy with that thing, but what I just can’t quite figure out right now is why I hear
I have questioned life several times before. Life is unfair. . . I would say that. I don’t know the reasons that your trials have to happen, your difficulties. When I self-pity, I think I am the most oppressed in the world. I always thought there was no hope — nothing would ever change that. Yes, I suffered a lot too. How many times have I wanted to give up on life? Losing my own memories is not as easy as what people think. There are tons of frustration I face every morning I wake up, hoping maybe the next time I’ll wake up remembering all of it. But when I found out all that Cormac had been through, how could the man resist just to get to where he is now? I couldn’t imagine the experiences — I was suddenly embarrassed to complain. I stood up as Cormac violently ran away. I immediately called him out, but the man ignored it. It runs even faster. “Cormac!” 
The next morning, I almost turned the house upside down without being able to fumble with the sketch I had watched last night. When Ma’am Cassandra and I finished talking, she told me not to go to the company first because she would take care of it and I should go straight to my parents’ house to stay there first. When I arrived, Kuya had already left, and they had already discussed that I will stay with my parents the whole night. Drowsiness did not immediately visit me, so I distracted myself by drawing. That sketch is exactly the person I see myself in mind. I’ve searched my room, it’s not in the kitchen nor in the living room. I should go by now. I couldn’t go to the office last night so I told myself I was going after having breakfast today. But without that sketch, I don’t know how I will probably deal with Cormac, as
Life can be cruel to us every time. Sometimes we think nothing good is going to happen—that’s where we go wrong. That we are waking up each day, that we are surviving, we can be the happiest person in the world. Waking up is a chance, to make a difference, to do what we want to do. . . to love ourselves and to be true. The first day I opened my eyes with no memories at all, I felt like my life had stopped as well. It was as if I was dead, but I can still feel the pain in my heart. The first day, I couldn’t answer questions about myself. It was like I was being gradually killed. The moment they ask me about my name and I can’t answer. When I woke up, I could no longer remember the people who had been waiting for me to wake up. It was beyond the pain and frustration. One day became a month. . . years. One year t