"Hey dad. How's hell?"
I greeted my father in his grave. I cleaned his tomb like how I usually do. I bought him bullets for his gun. He never appreciated me buying him flowers.
Noong nabubuhay pa siya palagi niyang sinasabi sa akin na kung mamatay siya ay huwag na huwag ko siyang binibigyan ng bulaklak because if I'd do, he'll let me swallow his ashes dahil hindi daw kasi cool iyong bulaklak. Gusto niya bala, bala para sa pinakamamahal niyang baril. Mabuti pa yung baril mahal niya, samantalang ako... hindi ko alam kung anong silbi ko para sa kanya. Sana naging baril nalang ako para mahalin niya ako.
I saw some newly lit candles on the side. Siguro galing na naman iyon sa mga naging kerida niya na hindi maka move on sa Rhino Horn Plantain ni papa. I suddenly remembered my mother, his favorite slave whom he banged, impregnated, had me and my brother (who now... may his soul rest in peace... dead) and married her, and cheat on her until she slowly died of depression. Napabuntong hininga ako. I never begged to be born to this cruel world with harmful sunrays. Now, I'm all alone. Fucking pointlessly alone.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"That's my daughter!" an old folk spoke. He pretty sure is proud. I peeked at them.
"Good job Catherine." He added. Why the heck practice their shooting skills here in the cemetery? I looked closely to his daughter to which he calls Catherine. Agad kong napansin yung matambok niyang pwet.
"Damn those ass!" I unintentionally exclaimed. Agad akong napatago sa kung saan. Damn you Adolf! It's true what they say, "Like father, like son." It's the only truth I can't deny. Bakit sa lahat ng pwedeng ipamana ni dad sa akin, yung kalandian niya pa?
"Catherine. Whoever you are, saan ka man magpunta... I will find you Catherine and I will make you mine." A grin formed my lips. Right now, all I know is that she'll be mine and I'm ridiculously hungry. My thing is getting aggressive, parang kay dad.
In a few minutes later, I heard cars driving away. I guess their gone. I peeked one more time, and there I confirmed. The coast is clear.
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