Ten years ago...“I can’t do it anymore, dear Aera. I think I’m near my end,” my mother, Aerana, whispered in the early morning air. Her voice was soft and awfully ripped, like she had carried the world on her shoulder.“No, mama. Y-Y-You need to fight. We have been taking your medicine on time just l-like the doctor advised, I am confident that your health is going to be w-w-well soon,” I said in my most encouraging yet persistent voice. “I am not ready to l-l-lose you, mama.”“But everybody in this world is destined to lose the one they love at the right time. It’s just you, Aena, and your papa is going to lose my early,” she said, smiling sweetly to me as if her words didn’t scath my heart.“No, mama. D-D-Don’t talk like that. We are n-n-not going to lose you... I’m not g-g-going to lose you,” I pressed, unable to accept the possibility that I may lose the only person who cares for me and didn’t scorn me for being weak and my stutter. “I’m not ready to lose y-y-you. I don't want t-
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