CHAPTER 17
She looked weak.
I tried my best to look at her without feeling any pain, but I just can't.
I don't know how to look at her without hurting.
She hugged me, but he did not wait for my response.
"You're a grown up woman now, little miss."
I tried to hold back my anger.
For so, after thirty-five years of not feeling her touch, I now had it.
Pumasok na kami sa loob nang biglang umambon.
I sat up straight.
Hinaplos-haplos niya ang mukha ko hanggang sa aking balikat.
It was the same touch she gave me when she left.
"Why do you look so your father?" naiiyak niyang tanong.
I did not answer.
"You're cold, but don't need warmness."
Hinawi ko ang buhok na nalaglag mula sa aking tainga.
"I never forgot how you cried the day I left."
"You did not cry in front of them, but you cried into my arms saying, he deserves it more, mommy." Patuloy niya.
"You're so selfless, hija."
She go cry for an hour and decided to stop.
Seeing her again was pretty good. But she's not coming back.
I just want her to live as she is.
Alam kong pagkatapos ng pagkakataong ito'y magsisisi siya.
But I gotta do something in return.
"Thank you for letting me live."
She cried much more after that.
Napagdesisyunan na rin naming umalis. Hindi namin alam na darating pala ang ibang kamag-anak ni Ezra.
And so, I thought of it that, utang ko ang buhay ko sa kaniya.
She knew I won't stay long here on earth, but she pursued me.
Kahit alam niyang isa sa amin ang mamamatay. But look, we live.
It's because her faith in me never went away. She stoop up being a strong mother.
For those nine months of bearing me in her womb, a spoiled brat, cold-hearted woman was born.
And her struggles never ended.
She had to choose between us two who will live.
She can't decide who to choose. Tanging makina na lamang noon ang bumubuhay sa akin.
Kung pipiliin niya ang sarili niya, hindi niya ako makakasama. Kung pipiliin niya ako, hindi ko siya makakasama.
So she chose the both of us. But we didn't live together still. Nabuhay kami ng wala ang isa't isa.
She went thru a lot without me. She was depressed. She always thought of me every night and every day.
I hated her for still giving me a chance to live.
But I loved her for raising me up far from her.
Because if it's not her, I would not live longer than we both thought.
If it's not her, I would not be happy.
Hindi pa rin kami nakakabalik ng resort. I still don't want to. Nandito kami ngayon sa aking bahay.
