**Eumerriah's Point of View**I just wanted to pick up the kids from school—a simple act of motherhood to ease the sadness I've been feeling these past few days. Every hour that has passed since I left the world of business, returned to showbiz, and tried to rediscover the joy of acting, has felt empty. No matter how hard I try to chase away the loneliness, something still feels missing.Only Justine and Dustine can fill that void. So even though I knew I had many other things to do, I decided to pick them up. I was looking forward to seeing their smiles—the simple joy of children that lightens the heart.When I arrived at the school, I immediately noticed some commotion near the gate. A few students were quietly observing, their eyes fixed on a scene I couldn't quite make out at first. But one thing was clear—at the center of attention was Justine, drenched from head to toe, while a girl about his age stood in front of him, still holding an empty water bottle.I almost lost my breath
**Eumerriah's Point of View**After a few minutes, Kimberly finally calmed down. As always, I was deeply grateful to Shaira for her ability to soothe others, especially children like Kimberly. When Shaira recognized Kim, she quickly spoke to the teachers and convinced them to let us take Kim home. I didn't want to leave Kimberly alone, especially knowing she was going through something very heavy emotionally.When we arrived home, I immediately sent Justine and Dustine to their rooms. I knew they needed rest after what had happened. I made sure they were safe and comfortable before going back downstairs. The three of us—Shaira, Kimberly, and I—were left in the living room. Kim remained silent, her eyes showing the deep exhaustion brought on by her earlier crying."Have some water, Kimberly," I said as I handed her a glass. I saw her nod slightly, take the glass, and drink slowly. It was heart-wrenching to see a child in pain, especially knowing that I was, unintentionally, part of the
**Gabrielle's Point of View**I stared at my phone, trying to figure out how to deal with everything that was happening. My day started normally, but it was suddenly filled with anxiety when Kimberly’s driver called."Sir, Kimberly isn’t at school," the driver said, clearly nervous. "She didn’t come out of the gate like usual. I’ve searched around, but I really can’t find her."I froze, feeling like cold water had been poured over me. How could this happen? I was sure she was at school this morning. What do you mean she’s not there? Fear and panic welled up inside me as I called the school, each ring of the phone intensifying my worry. A few moments later, I received a call. I quickly answered, hoping it was Kimberly."Gabrielle?" I heard Eumerriah's voice on the other end, filled with surprise and concern. "Kimberly… she’s with me right now. Something happened at school, and she didn’t go home."I was stunned, unable to believe what I was hearing. "What do you mean? Why is she with y
**Gabrielle's Point of View**I was in the office, but my mind was still on what had happened earlier. Kimberly was holding onto me, crying, and I could feel the weight of the situation. I felt like a failed father. My child was hurt because of what her mother, Kristine, had done. I don't know how things reached this point, but now I know I have to do something.I'm angry at Kristine. How could she do this to Kimberly? To poison a child's mind with false beliefs and anger? But I’m even angrier at myself—how could I have let this happen? I should have acted sooner.I thought about my last conversation with Kristine. Our eyes met, and I saw fear and resentment in her. But no matter how much anger I feel, I can’t help but doubt—am I doing the right thing? Is divorce the answer? But what about Kimberly?I know I have to protect Kimberly. If I have to leave Kristine to do that, I will. But I'm still afraid that it might only further damage my daughter’s world.I need to talk to her, to Kim
**Eumerriah's Point of View**As Justine was arranging her school bag, I couldn’t help but stare at her. I saw the strength in her face, even though I knew she was carrying the weight of what happened yesterday. The scene outside the school, the staring eyes, and the whispers—I knew it wasn’t easy for her."Justine," I called softly as I approached her. "Are you sure you want to go to school today? Maybe you could take a break. I understand if you’re struggling."She looked at me with a confidence rarely seen in someone her age. "Mommy, I want to go to school," she said kindly but with a hint of determination. "I haven’t done anything wrong. And I know you haven’t done anything wrong either."I was surprised by her response. I didn’t expect my child to have such a deep understanding despite what happened. "Sweetheart, you don’t have to force yourself," I said, trying to hide my worry in my voice. "Maybe it would be better if you rested for a while. So you don’t have to worry."Justine
**Eumerriah's Point of View**I woke up early as usual, especially on special occasions or when my children have special needs. Today is Justine and Dustine's field trip, and even though they're both teenagers now, I can't help but worry and make sure every detail is covered. As I prepared their packed lunches, I reflected on how quickly they have grown—just yesterday they were little kids relying on me for everything. Now they’re teenagers, but my protective nature remains.While heating water for their breakfast, I heard their footsteps coming downstairs. Justine, who always wakes up first, greeted me with a smile. “Good morning, Mommy,” he said as he sat down at the table.“Good morning, dear,” I replied. “Are you ready for the field trip?”“Of course, Mommy,” he answered while grabbing the bread I prepared. “But are you sure we need a packed lunch? There might be a buffet there.”I smiled at his comment. “We don’t know if the food there will be good, so it's better to bring your o
Eumerriah's Point of ViewI was happily sitting on the bench, watching Dustine joyfully interact with his classmates. It made me so happy to see him enjoying himself, especially since he was new to the school. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him play and laugh with his new friends. It was such a relief to see him so happy.As I observed, it felt as though time had slowed down. I could see Dustine growing closer to his new friends, and though I wanted to join in their fun, I chose to stay at a distance, quietly watching and caring as a mother. I remembered when he was younger, he wasn’t very sociable, but now here he was, fearless and boldly mingling with others.The field trip continued, and I followed their bus to every destination, always keeping my distance, giving him space to enjoy the time with his friends. When it was break time, Dustine and I had lunch together. He happily shared his experiences from the trip, and I could feel the excitement in his voice.But in the mi
Eumerriah's Point of ViewI sat by Justine's bedside, holding his cold hand, trying not to give in to the fear and anxiety that were slowly consuming me. It has been twelve hours since he was brought here, and yet he still hasn’t woken up. My eyes were fixed on his pale face, hoping for any sign that he would wake up.Suddenly, I heard hurried footsteps approaching. When I turned around, I saw Shaira—her face was filled with worry and anger. She quickly came over to us, and I could see the pain and fear in her eyes that mirrored my own."Eumerriah," she took a deep breath, "what's the news? Has he not woken up yet?"I shook my head, barely able to hold back the tears welling up in my eyes. "No, not yet. There's been no change."Her face flushed with anger, and I noticed her hands trembling. "How did this happen? Who’s responsible?!" Her voice was full of fury, searching for someone to blame for Justine’s accident. "Whoever did this needs to be held accountable!""Shaira," my voice was