Irene POV
She's beautiful. Nothing have change in her features.
She still have that pale skin probably got more paler than before. She still looks like me. The younger version of me with a longer hair. Her brown eyes sparkles every time she smiles. She's not skinnier as before and lastly she looks more happier, healthier, and loved.
"Greggy yung anak ko!" I told him in case he's not seeing what I'm seeing.
"I know, I know, Dear. But we can't make a scandal here. Madaming tao, hon, and we're not really sure if she's really Ella." he said, second guessing.
"Pero anak ko yan, Greggy! Anak natin yan! I can't just stand here and do nothing! Kinuha nila ang anak natin! Ilang taon, Greggy! Tapos asa kanila lang?! Anong gusto mong maramdaman ko?! Matuwa?!" I freaked out to him but made sure the only four of us could here our conversation.
"I know where you're coming from, dear. But we need to think critically on how we are going to act. Makakaapekto to nang sobra if ever siya nga si Ella." he said trying to make me calm. Which he is right. I have to think about what I'm going to say and act tonight. As it might cause too much confusion and commotion for everyone. And most importantly it may hurt my daughter.
"Hindi tayo mag padalos-dalos. Naiintindihan niyo, Luis and Alfonso?" he sternly warned our sons which they just nodded their head as an answer.
"Good evening po. My name is Lalaine Krystalyn. For my family I'm Bunchoy. But y'all can call me Tala po." she shyly introduced herself to the crowd.
I miss you, anak. Mommy misses you so much.
"Thank you all for coming to my first ever art gallery. This might be my last as I'm not really into this kind of events. As y'all probably know, my parents were raised in a bahay amponan. And as a return to the people who have helped and raised my parents whom they're today. I decided to do sell all my paintings and donate 100% of my commission to the, Alaga Bahay Amponan, where my mom and dad used to live. My team would reach out to you so they could send updates on each of individual who have purchased any of my paintings regarding how would your money would help change lives." she happily told everyone the story behind her special project.
"I'd like to thanked my Papa. My dearest Papa Lucio Markell Nightangle, whom supported me and made all of this possible. I hope your proud of your Bunchoy, Pa. To my ate, Alena Shine Nightangle, who advertises po talaga and made our online shop for those who can't make it tonight." she thanked her new family.
I'm just looking at my husband who's pain is visible in his eyes. As he hears our daughter calling somebody else as their dad.
"To my Kuya's, I'm glad you're both here. Thank you for coming and helping me. My Kuya's are the sweetest po eh." she happily said my sons are smiling widely and I am too. At least my daughter acknowledges them pa as her Kuya's.
"My Kuya Aki and Lance Nightangle po, everyone." she introduced somebody else. Tears are now falling down from my sons eye's so I went to comfort them right away. I went to their middle so I could hug them both sideways.
"Hi-hindi niya kami maalala?" Alfie asked weakly.
"To a very special person, whom I adores so much and will never stop loving no matter what the world will tell me. My mommy, whom I am name after." she's about to introduced me.
"Naalala niya ako? Tatawagin niya ako." I asked my sons and husband.
"I don't think so, Dear." Greggy disagreed still looking our daughter as he goes towards me to comfort me na. Dahil ang mga susunod an sasabihan na nag anak ko ang siyang wumasak sakin nang buo.
