No pain, no gain. That's what they always say, flowers will never bloom without rain.
Irish, life is a chaos, she lives within the storm without escapes.
At sa buong akala niya, siya na ang pinakamalas na tao sa buong mundo.
Her parents aren't in good term, and her father has the history of cheating.
Yes, they are financially stable, her mom has her own business, and her dad is an engineer,
but they are not mentally stable.
Aanhin nga ba ang pera kung lahat nalang gulo ang nangyayari. Fvck this life! 'Yan lagi ang sinasabi ni Irish.
People may think she lived like a princess kasi mayaman ang mga magulang niya at lahat ng gusto niya ay madali lang niyang makuha ng walang alinlangan, but no,
She struggle to get their attention. So many nights she have cried because of them.
Lagi nalang silang nag-aaway, minumura ang isa't-isa, kinabukasan linalambing ang isa't-isa.
Tang-ina diba? How she wished every night they would just part their ways nang sa ganoʼn ay 'di na nila masasaktan ang isa't-isa. But she knows that her mom would never, she doesn't know kung ano ang nakikita ng mom niya sa dad niya,
but one thing for sure, she hates him.
And her life didn't start there-it wasn't her story.
It was never her life to care for, she was just affected by it.
As much as she hate those damn betrayal people, the more they'll get near to her.
Para bang na sa kaniya lahat ng karma. She can't even bring that one guy to like her back.
She doesn't really know why it happened, but she thinks she had understood why her mom would insist to stay by her father's side, even though it hurt her so much that she decided to leave her too.
She think that she really get her mom's genes.
Parehong marupok, nananatili pa rin kahit masakit na, kahit durog na durog na."
But was it really all? Ganoon ba talaga ang nangyari, katulad ng iniisip ni Irish?
Will the Love of her Life would come back to her again? Would the destiny be kind to her this time?
He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze.
There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms.
His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained.
Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son.
As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched.
His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close.
He softly called her name.
Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears.
He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable.
He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first.
Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty.
And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.