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Chapter Thirty-five

There are things—person rather in life that we couldn't easily bring back just because we want to. That's why they said, live in the moment so regrets won't take place in the end, but then in my case, for as long as I treasured people and moments that had come across my luxurious life, it was still inevitable not to feel regrets over what I should have done but I didn't.

Masaya ako, masaya kami kaya hindi iyon mapapayagan ng mundo. Ganoon talaga ang buhay, kapag masaya ka, laging karugtong noon ang lungkot o sakit. It was for the fairness, there were people who only had sad times so for a just, happy people should also encounter sadness.

For me, my happy moments had ended already.

Happily skipping at my feet, I gracefully turned around in front of the life-sized mirror inside my walk-in closet before smiling widely at my beautiful reflection. Hindi nagkamali si Mommy nang sinabi niyang bagay na bagay sa akin ang Stephanie's Touch dress na suot ko.

The super mint knee-length dress elegantly hugged my body, it was an off-shoulder top and a flowing bottom. Kapag umikot ako ay sumasabay sa galaw ko ang hanggang tuhod nitong dulo, samantalang kumikislap naman sa kintab ang dibdib na bahagi nito. The light color perfectly matched my paper white skin.

Ilang buwan din ang hinintay namin bago ito matapos ni Tita Stephanie. This dress was a personal idea of my mother with a full touch of Tita Stephanie's talented hands. Talagang pinagawa ito ni Mommy para sa akin para lang sa personal occasion na magaganap ngayon araw.

It was my after-birthday celebration, and it had become a habit for us to have a personal and separate celebration at such an occasion like this. Last week pa talaga ang birthday ko, nagkaroon din ako ng malaking birthday party pero ngayong araw ang selebrasyon para lang sa amin.

"S! Make it fast, Mom and Dad are already waiting at the garden…" malumanay na sabi ni Ate Milan mula sa labas.

Mabilis akong tumango sa repleksiyon ko saka sinuklay ang mahaba kong buhok at lumabas na. Sabay kaming bumaba ni Ate Milan papunta sa garden kung nasaan naka-set up ang isang long table na puno ng mga pagkaing hinanda ni Mommy.

Paglabas namin ng mansyon ay mabilis akong tumakbo patungo kay Daddy na naka-upo sa kabisera habang pinapanood si Mommy na ina-ayos ang ilang mga tableware sa mesa.

She could have asked help from our maids but she didn't 'cause it was a deal for her that she wouldn't let anyone help her prepare what she prepared for us everytime there would be a personal occasion like this. Siya ang nagluluto at naghahanda ng lahat.

"Daddy!" masayang tawag ko kay Daddy, sa likod niya ako dumiretso para yakapin siya.

"Stop running, pretty lady. It's not nice to see," suplado niyang sabi pero hinaplos naman ang mga braso kong nakapalibot sa leeg niya.

"I was excited to show you my dress, Daddy!" Ngumuso ako para halikan siya sa pisngi, sanay na sa pagsusuplado niya. He was actually very strict when it came to our behavior but very open and a big spoiler when it came to our caprices.

"Baby, nakita na niya iyan," natatawang sabi ni Mommy na ngayon ay hindi na ang mga gamit sa mesa ang ina-ayos kung hindi ang malalaking kulot ng buhok ni Ate Milan na pinasadya dahil natural na little curls ang mga iyon. "Milan, did you touch your hair again? I told you, it's nice to keep it in its natural little curls."