12 noon… a time where I should stop dreaming.. 12 noon, I came out from my sauna bedroom. In the kitchen, Daddy had his back from the dinning table, while Mom was sitting and had just finished her lunch – adobo and rice, and a tearful eyes above her plate. Yes, she was crying and I didn’t mind asking what those tears are for because I already know. Daddy is bound for Manila tomorrow at 1455 hours and only God knows if he’s still coming back here in Cotabato or he’s heading for the longest days my mom will ever have.
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