The Rain of Hearts (Seasons of Love #1)

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🔞⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING⚠️🔞

- Disturbing Scenes
- Inappropriate languages

Note:
Please forgive my mind for the plot you're going to read ahead, kasama po ito sa story, and it is not my intention to trigger some people po. I'm so sorry po.

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1st Year College, Psychology Student, Iridiana Noelle Santos

"Ikaw! Ikaw ang may kasalanan! Sana hindi ka nalang nabuhay! Isa kang sumpa sa buhay ko, Iridiana! Dahil sayo kaya iniwan ako ni Antonio, ng tatay mo! Sana mamatay ka na!"

Nakatutok sa'kin ang kutsilyo, habang ako ay nanginginig na umiiyak sa harap ng ina ko. I saw my mother almost stabbing me with a knife. My own mother did that to me. I woke up sweating and breathing heavily.

"Again....."

Umupo ako sa kama ko at kumuha ng tubig sa table na nasa gilid lamang ng kama ko.

"Iridiana? Are you awake?"

I heard a knock on the door. It was Mom. It's a different mother though. Tumayo ako at binuksan ang pintuan ng kwarto ko.

"Good Morning, Anak? Why do you look so tired? A nightmare again?", Mommy's voice were full of worry.

My mother continued to caress my face and wipe away the sweat in my forehead. This mother......is my another mother.....

"You know you can always tell me your troubles, right?", she said with a still worried voice.

"Opo. I'm really okay, Mommy.", I said with a faint smile on my face.

I don't want to worry my mother, in fact my family.....my new family. Grabi-grabi nang tulong ang nabigay nila sa'kin, ever since kinupkop nila ako 10 years ago.

Mother smiled at me.

"Come on, let's go na anak, we should eat na. I'll call your Ate Irish, mauna ka na sa dining room."

Irish is my sister, she's one year older than me, pero kahit na gan'on, I still call her 'ate', because that's what we do in our family, respect our elders.

I headed straight to the dining room at namataan ko si Daddy na nakaupo na at nagbabasa ng newspaper.

"Good Morning, Daddy.", I walked up to my Dad and hugged him.

"Good Morning, Anak. Si Mommy at Ate mo?", tanong niya sa'kin.

"Mommy's waking her up po.", I said while I sat on the chair.

"Nako, your Ate Irish talaga.", kamot-kamot niya ang kaniyang sentido.

"What about me, Daddy?"

Nagulat kami pareho ni Daddy sa babaeng nagsalita. It was Ate Irish.

"Well, It's always you kasi anak na huling nagigising.", saad ni Daddy.

"It's not my fault na lagi akong nagigising ng late, kasalanan ng alarm ko. Di niya ako ginigising.", pagdadahilan pa ni Ate Irish.

"Hindi mo kasi sine-set up, Anak.", biglang sambit ni Mommy.

I just laughed at Ate and Daddy bickering at each other. This has been my every morning for the past 10 years, and I'm thankful for them.

We are all sat down, and started to eat. Syempre nagdasal muna kami at si Daddy lagi ang nagunguna sa pagdadasal, while si Ate naman ang nagungunang kumain.

We were all happily eating, when my father asked, "By the way, Anak. Isn't today your first day at La Castello University? Sabihin mo lang kung nahihirapan ka mag-adjust sa environment mo, iaadjust natin ang environment nila para sayo."