Prologue

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Chesca's POV

"Mommy --- look, it's dada on the TV! Dada is being interviewed. Wow, Dada is so pogi!" Tinigil ko ang paglilinis sa kusina when I heard my 9 years old daughter squeling in excitement, seeing her father at the TV screen.

"Baby, too much screen time na, let's turn it off." I said and was about to grab the remote when I heard a sob behind me. I sat beside her, my joy, she transferred at my lap and cuddled with me. I look at her, she reminds me so much of her Dada, my Sandro. She got his eyes, his nose, his eyebrows, his love for kisses and cuddles, his mannerism, and his taste of music. For the past 9 years, she always reminded me of him, she's all that I have now. 

"Mommy, does Dada not love me?" she said while sobbing and still clinging to me. Oh, baby, if only your dada knew about you, he would have been the best dad ever. "Baby, your dada loves you so much, I told you that, remember?" I said while wiping her tears away. My poor baby, if I just did not fall in love with the wrong guy, we could have been a happy family. "But mommy, if Dada loves me, why is he not here? does he love work more than me, mommy?" She asked with full curiosity heard from her voice and I don't know how to answer her questions, hindi ko alam pano ko ipapaliwanag sa anak ko that her mom ran away to protect her from her dad. 

"Anak, I can't explain it to you now kasi baby ka pa but one thing is for sure, your dada loves you so much, so much, anak." I said to her and after she heard that, she just nodded. After 5 minutes, she fell asleep in my arms. Sorry Sands, If you just didn't belong to that family.

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