I Found(Sandro Marcos)

(03) Inside the Marcos Mansion

Liza Marcos.

Shocked and worried.

Yan lang ang mood dito sa mansion ever since ng mawala si Sandro.Hindi pa rin kami makapaniwala kung paano nagawa ito ng mga kidnappers under our nose.Hindi din kami tumitigil sa paghahanap kay Sandro kahit na walang clue na nileave ang mga kidnappers.

It's been 24 hours and there's still no lead kung sino ang kumidnapp sa kanya.Nafrufrustrate na si Bong sa kabagalan ng usad ng mga imbestigador kaya ayun sya mismo ay sumamang mag-imbestiga.

Simon and Vinny on the other hand were going on through their social media accounts.They're asking for the netizens' help in searching for Sandro,they even launched a #FindSandroMarcos on twitter that went to the top spot worldwide.

However wala pa din silang nakukuha information.

Ang mga kaibigan ni Sandro,inside and outside the country,ay alam na din ang nangyari sa kanya.They've been also worried about Sandro's well-being and they're trying to help us in every possible way.

Nag-puntahan na din dito sa mansion ang iba't iba naming relatives kagabi.They're all willing to join the search party for Sandro.

Thank God we have so many people to help us.

At eto naman ako,nandito lang sa bahay.Ayaw na ni Bong na ma-stress ako at masyado daw delikado kung sasama daw ako sa search party at baka mapahamak ako kaya nandito lang ako sa bahay.

Pero parang mas gusto ko na lang sumama sa search party kaysa sa makulong dito sa bahay na puno ng alala ni Sandro.Mas nakakadepress dito ehh.

Nag-ooverthink ako sa mga nangyayari kay Sandro ngayon.

Ayos lang ba sya?Nakakain na ba sya?Nakatulog ba sya?Baka mamaya nag-panic attack sya,trigger pa naman nun ay malayo sa amin.Paano sya makakasurvive?Makikita ko pa ba ang anak ko?Uuwi pa ba syang buhay sa amin?

Gustong gusto kong umiyak kahapon pero di ko magawa kasi alam kong sa akin humuhugot ng lakas ang mag-ama ko.I need to be strong for the three of them,I need to be strong even if I cant.

Kung pwede lang sana,sana ako na lang ang kinidnapp nila.Sana ako na lang yung sasaktan nila,wag na si Sandro,wag lang ang mga anak ko.I can't bear to see any of my children in pain.

Pinagdadasal ko sa Diyos na sana walang mangyaring masama sa anak ko.Sana ay makauwi sya sa amin ng buhay,hindi ko kakayanin na mawala ang anak ko.

Sana mabait ang kidnappers ni Sandro at pinapakain sya.Sana makonsensya din sila sa ginawa nila at pakawalan din nila si Sandro.

Sa lalim ng pag-iisip ko ay hindi ko na namalayan na nasa harap na pala ako sa kwarto ni Sandro.

May kumirot sa puso ko habang binuksan ko ang kwarto ni Sandro.

I was expecting him to be sitting on the chair and making some new music or lying on the bed while typing on his phone like he usually does.Sadly there is no Sandro today.

"Sandro anak..."tawag ko na parang nandun sya.

"Hi Mama"

I remember how Sandro used to greet me whenever I enter the room.He has this bright smile on his face even when he's very busy and exhausted.

I can still feel his presence in this room,the Giorgio Armani cologne that he wears is still all over this place.I can almost hear his voice by the corner of the room,where he always practice reciting speeches.The toys he used to play when he was younger were all displayed at a small cabinet.

This place is full of Sandro and I couldn't help but let a tear slip.

Napahiga ako sa kama nya habang niyakap ko naman yung isang pillow nya.Naiimagine ko na yakap yakap ko sya at cinocomfort nya ako sat sinasabihan na wag na akong malungkot.

"Sandro namimiss na kita anak ko"sabi ko habang nag-pipigil ng iyak "Nasaan ka na ba?Nag-aalala na ako sayo.Naniniwala ako na hahanap ang Diyos ng paraan para makauwi ka sa amin,maghihintay kami sa pag-uwi mo ha."

Tapos bigla kong nagflash sa akin yung iba't ibang pangyayari dito sa kwarto nya nung bata pa sya.

I remember nung unang pagkatalo nya sa isang competition,umiyak sya dun sa loob ng wardrobe nya and lumabas sya after a few minutes kasi daw mainit daw pala dun.

I remember na gustong gusto nila ni Vincent na tumambay sa bintana pag gabi and then they count how many stars there are.

Naalala ko pa kung paano mag-asaran sila ni Simon at laging napipikon si Simon at lumalayas sa kwarto ng kuya nya.

Napatingin ako dun sa board nya na punong puno ng gusto nya sa buhay.There are pictures of music festivals,clubs,friends,London,Harry Potter,Philippines and us.

My child has so many things that he wants to accomplish yet it seems like his dreams are being cut short now.

He deserves to live his life.

Bigla na lang tumulo yung luha na pinipigil ko for the past 24 hours.Hindi ko na talaga kaya na pigilin pa itong mga ito,dirediretso sila na parang waterfalls.

"Mommy I know that you're not okay so mommy you can cry now.It's okay to cry mommy,para gaan pakiramdam mo mommy"

I remember how Sandro always tell me this when he was younger.Whenever I look sad or stressed,he'll hug me and whisper those words and I instantly feel a whole lot better.

How I wish he could do that to me right now.

Oh Sandro.

"Mom tahan na,magiging okay din si Kuya"I heard the voice of Simon as I felt four arms surround me

"Simon sana nga,sana ligtas ang Kuya mo"I answered

"Kuya is a tough guy,I'm sure he will fight them off"dagdag ni Vinny "And Kuya is smart like you and Dad,he'll find a way out"

They hugged me tightly as I kiss their foreheads.They're the reason how I'm not losing my sanity with everything that's going on.

"God will protect Kuya,God will bring him home to us alive"pag-eencourage ni Simon "Wag ka nang malungkot Ma,Kuya would hate to see you sad"

"I know na were undergoing tough times right now but Mom we'll make it through,were all gonna make it through"pag-emphasize ni Vincent

"Oh h-how I wish na isang masamang panaginip lang ang lahat ng nangyayari sa atin ngayon....Hindi ko talaga kaya kung masaktan or god forbids,mamatay ang isa sa inyo.Y-you are all too precious to me,I can't...I n-need you all,y-you all complete me...I w-will lose my mind if I lose anyone in my family"

"God will help us Ma,God will help us"Simon said habang hinigpitan nila ang yakap nya sa akin.

I continue to cry my heart out as I accept the fact that there's nothing I can do but pray to God that my son will come home safe and sound.