That night. That time. Something has changed. It broke my heart and I know it will take time to heal. All this time ,I didn't know.
"Dad, are you watching it again?" I asked him. Lagi niyang pinapanood si Mom na kumakanta. Sa debut ko iyon ,nag request ako kay Mom na kumanta siya. Buti naman at napapayag ko siya. She was happily singing that time and I know ,wherever she is right now. She's happy. With God beside her.
He missed her so much. Me too ,Dad. It's been years since she left us.
Ngumiti lang siya sa akin at binalik kaagad ang mata sa cellphone niya. Nginitian ko siya pabalik at bumalik sa ginagawa.
Araw-araw lagi niyang pinapanood 'yun. Minsan gusto kong hindi niya pinapanood 'yun dahil nadadatnan ko siya minsan na umiiyak. It's hurts so much.
Hindi ko alam kung may iba pa ba siyang iniiyakan ,maybe about his problem. Hindi niya rin sinasabi sa akin kung mayroon man. But I always remind him that I'm always here for him. Always.
"Dad?" I called him one night. He didn't respond.
Lumapit ako sa kaniya. Mapait akong ngumiti ng makita kong pinapanood na naman niya.
"I told you. Stop watching it." I whispered. Nilingon ko siya. Nagulat ako ng nakitang tumulo na naman 'yung luha niya.
Nakinood nalang ako at hinayaan siya.
"Dad?" I called him. He didn't respond again. 'Yung mata niya. Hindi nakatuon kay Mom na kumakanta. He's intently watching the woman beside Mom. Ngayon ko lang napansin na may katabi pala siyang babae . Hindi ko naman kasi laging pinapanood 'yun because I always end up crying, like Dad.
"You're Mom..." I heard his whispered.
"She left us too.." He glanced at me. Hindi ko maintindihan.
"The woman beside your Mom. It's your real Mother. She died last month.."
