SIXTEEN

Bigla akong tumakbo sa kanyang bisig at naramdaman ang init ng kanyang yakap. Hindi ko alam pero parang pamilyar sa akin ang pakiramdam na ito. Mas lalo kung sinubsob ang aking mukha sa kanyang bisig.

“Napaka-gandang bata, the last time I saw you was..,10 years ago. You were just sixteen when we first met, and then now.. you are going to marry my grandson,” malumanay at puno ng sinseridad ang kanyang boses.

Ang sarap sa pakiramdam. Hindi ko maalala na nagkita na kami dati. Wala akong maalala simula noong naaksidente ako. I was sixteen at that time, I was high school when I was hit by a car on my way to house. Wala naman kasi akong taga hatud sundo dati. Si Yaya Anne, sabay kami na pupunta sa school dati, siya lagi kong kasama nun. Pero na aksidente ako..

“Do you not remember me? It's understandable if you didn't remember me, or your lolo Franco.” she said with her sincere smile.

Tiningnan ko ang lolo Franco na sinabi niya, and there I saw an old man sitting beside Diego. Tahimik la