Life hasn't always been easy on Patricia. Abandoned at birth, she left her hometown to pursue her dream course. Now 20, this fierce and independent Nursing student juggles classes and a part-time job, determined to achieve the future she was never p...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Please be advised that this story contains controversial political issues, strong language, violence, profanities, and content that are not suitable for very young audiences. Readers' discretion is advised.
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Hindi ako naniniwala sa swerte at malas.
I don't even read horoscopes, I don't believe in gods or deities, and I'm irked whenever people tell me 'good luck', because what the hell is luck? I achieve things through hardwork and persistence and not by chance. Perhaps those are just intangible things that people made up so they could justify the idea that everything happens for a reason.
People can be hopeless believers sometimes... but never have I thought that I would become one, too.
Leaning my arms on the railing, my eyes were zoomed on the stars. My phone vibrated from my pocket as I was gazing up the night sky. With two fingers clasping a lit cigarette, I took my phone out with my free hand.
My younger sister sent me a message asking if I was still up. After sending her a 'yup', she video called me. Before answering, I cleared my mouth from smoke, exhaling them into the chilly September air.
"Kuya, do you still have paints and brushes in your room? Can I borrow some? May art project kami bukas."
Sinabi kong ihahatid ko na lang sa bahay ang mga kailangan niya. When I moved into my own apartment, I also brought everything with me. Almost nothing was left in my old room in the family house. Not even a trace of my art materials.
"Why are you still awake?" I asked. It's past 1:00 AM but the lights in her room are still on as though she had no plans to sleep. Stacked on her desk was a pile of books and papers. "Bukas na 'yan, Denise. Gabing-gabi na."
"Ah, I have a lot of readings, Kuya. But don't worry, malapit na akong matapos." She paused whatever she was writing to look at the screen. "Ikaw? Where are you? Bakit parang nasa labas ka pa?"
