My Stepbrother Is The Father Of My Baby (✔)

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Zalean

Its been days since that happened nakauwi na rin kami sa bahay.

And for now i just wanted to do something but wala talaga akong magawa, gusto ko na  may gawin ako because i always remember what happened between me and Cavill that night which is really not good.

I started to get my painting materials. And went to the art room. And yes, i am a painter by hobby. I started this since i was 4 or 5 years old. My mommy thought me to paint and draw. This is her talent and i really like her for that.

Dahil nga sa hilig namin ni Mommy na mag paint at mag draw. Ginawan kami ni Dad ng Art room.

After i entered in the art room i stared at the paintings that is hanging everywhere ang iba nga ay nasa baba pa nakahilig lang sa pader.

It was my mom's paintings and it is really beautiful. Ang paintings ko naman ay mapaghahalataan mo na isang bata pa talaga ang nag pinta.

But there are paintings naman na malaki na ako ng ipinaint ko iyon. It was not  so good as mom's painting pero magand pa rin naman sa tingin ko.

I started to set up my materials so that i can start. Its been months since i last came here. Tuwing nalulungkot ako at namimiss ko si mom ay dito ako pumupunta at nagpi paint.

Making art has always been our bonding together with my mom. Kaya naman ay kapag nah pi-paint ako ay masaya ako dahil feeling ko kasama ko pa rin si mommy.

Malapit na akong matapos ng biglang bumukas ang pinto. Ilang oras na rin pala akong nandito hindi ko namalayan.

Pumasok sa pinto si dad. He smiled at me. Pilit naman ang ngiti ko sa kanya. Hindi naman talaga ako galit kay Dad.

Nagtatampo lang talaga ako dahil parang ang dali niya lang naka move on sa pagkawala ni mom.

"Hey, sweetie. Can i see what your masterpiece?" tumango ako sa kanya. Lumapit naman siya sa akin.

Tinignan niyang mabuti ang painting ko and i just stare at him. I remember when i was a kid i always get angry with him because of the promises he make and then he would break it.

But mom is always there, making me understand all the time that dad is working for my future.

At noong pagkawala ni mom. Doon ako talaga nag rebelde sa kanya. Maybe because mommy is not there to always make me understand why he is working.

I don't care about my future as long as he is with me all the time. I don't care kung maging mahirap kami as long as parati siyang nandyan para sa akin.

"It's your mom." nabalik ako sa realidad. I stared at my painting to. Yes it is mom. Actually hindi ko akalaing nai paint ko pala si mommy. Sometimes painting has this powers on me na i gu-guide lang ang kamay ko at hindi ko na alam kung ano ba talaga ang pinipinta ko.

It wonders me sometimes.

"It's beautiful. She really is beautiful." tinignan ko si Dad.

"Did you love mom, Dad?" tumingin siya sa akin. I really don't know wahy did that question suddenly popped in my head.

Kumuha siya ng extra na upuan at umupo sa tabi ko. Hindi namalayan ay tinitignan ko pala ang bawat galaw niya.

"I really love your mom." love? Walang "d" hindi past tense. I stare at him.

"You know even when she is not here. She will always hold a special place in my heart. Hinding-hindi mawawala 'yon." i stared back at the painting.