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Chapter 037: Visitation

Adrian Evans' POV

There has never been a time in my life that I remember having happy memories while living under my parents roof. Well, I have never been happy in that house in the first place anyway.

Ni hindi ko nga maalala kung ngumiti ba ako kahit isang beses man lang habang naninirahan sa bahay namin--nila, I mean.

I don't consider myself as a part of that family of theirs now.

Oo, anak ako ng mga magulang ko, pero sa mga pagtrato nila sa akin? Parang hindi na rin.

Yung tanging mga kaunting masasayang naalala lang siguro doon na hanggang ngayon ay baon ko pa rin ay nung mga panahong buhay pa si Lola. I mean, she was the only one who always tends to understood me everytime.

Siya lang naman lagi ang nandiyan para sa akin.

Well, not technically. She wasn't always in the house.

Or more likely, hindi siya naninirahan sa bahay namin--I mean sa bahay ng mga magulang ko.

Ah basta--bahay nila na kung saan nanirahan ako dati.

But back to my Lola, every holidays lagi siyang bumibisita sa amin. Nasa probinsiya kasi naninirahan si Lola kasama si Tito Archie, kapatid ni Papa.

Summer break, christmas, new year, semana santa, typically all holidays or pag kaya may emergency talaga, lagi siyang nandiyan para bisitahin kami.

And everytime she drops by on our house--I mean, my parents house, she would literally give me all of the hugs and kisses that I craved to have. Sa kanya ko naramdaman ang pagmamahal na di mapuna ng mga magulang ko.

Well, my parents are very abusive to me in the first place, anyways. What can I expect from them? Nothing.

But my lola? She's literally just a one call away. Kahit na malayo ka, pupuntahan ka agad niyan pag tinatawagan mo siya. Still, even if my lola loves me more than anything, I couldn't help but be hungry for a parent's love.

I've always been lonely ever since I was a child and aside from my lola, no one was there for me. Siguro, masasabi ko rin na kahit pansamantala dati, naramdaman kong mahal nila Mama at Papa back when I was at a hospital.

I don't know what happened that time, actually, but I was a seven year old ata nung nangyari yun. I woke up in a hospital bed with no memories and there I saw my parents watching over me with such care and worry in their eyes and touches.

That was the only time I felt the love from them. Pero, nung matapos akong makarecover sa mga nangyari noon, ayun, they became cold and starts to abuse me physically.

Well, actually, I also remembered dati rin na pag tuwing nasa labas kami o di kaya'y may mga bisita na pumupunta sa bahay, they act their best to look like as if they're good parents towards me.

They tend to show the opposite when there are other people viewing us. Just to be portrayed as "one big happy family". F*ck such portrayal. How fake of them!

But never mind that, why am I here, anyway? Inilibot ko pa ang paningin ko sa kung saang silid ako naroroon?

It's all white and there are lots of doctors and nurses passing by. Meron pang nakakabit sakin na dextrose at kung ano-ano pang mga aparatus. I can even see that there are other patients on the other beds that is just in the room where I'm at.

Why am I here?

What happened, exactly?

Up until now, I don't know what happened to me why I'm in a hospital right now--at sadyang pinapaalala lang nito ng sobra ngayon yung nangyari sakin nung bata pa ako.