Hanggang ngayon ay hindi parin tumitila ang ulan, may isang babae ang lumapit saakin. Tumabi ito saakin at narealize ko na kami ng dalawa na lang ang nasa waiting shed.
Habang umuulan, naalala ko ang kwento saakin ng lola ko nung thirteen years old pa lamang ako, my mom is a detective and they say that mom protect me from the bullet.
Mom has an evidence that's why they killed me. My grandmother says that it happened when I was an four years old kid. My mom protect me and she was killed.
Nagmamadali ako dahil death anniversary ng mom ko ngayon, and my lola is calling me kanina ngunit low battery ang phone ko at hindi ko rin namalayan ang pagkahulog ng car keys ko.
Nginitian ko ito dahil ngumiti rin ito saakin. "If my deduction is right, matagal ka na sa waiting shed na ito right? At nasiraan ang kotse mo," Wika nito.
"Your right, miss," I was about to ask her how did she know pero nakita kong dumudugo ang ulo nito ngunit tumingin ito sa susi ng kotse ko na nahulog na pala sa baba.
"I was killed, nah, I was about to be killed, " Nanginginig kong pinulot ang susi ng kotse ko dahil narinig ko ang sinabi nya. At mas nagulatako sa synod nyang sinabi.
"I am the detective who protected my kid from danger, and I guess kaedad mo lang siya, her name is Theresa Louise Valentino,"
Mas lalo akong nangilabot sa narinig ko, dahil nabanngit nya ang pangalan ko, a tear escaped on her eyes.
Damn, she's my mom, ngumiti sya habang tinutok nya ang baril sa ulo nya.
"I can't find her anywhere, and my dead isn't worth it, maybe," She smiled at tsaka ko lang narealize, ngayon pa lang sya namatay, not when I was a k-kid, I thought it's just a ghost of her, but no, It's true, she killed herself 'cause she can' t find me.
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