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TW: "suicide" & "depression"

"May lakad po ako," sabi ko nang walang pakialam.

"Anak..." She trailed off. "Hindi ka naiiba sa akin. You're my only daughter."

I looked at her, and by seeing those eyes. It's like she fell a tear into a thousand of bucket. I felt guilty.

Wala naman siyang nagawang mali. Nagsinungaling lang. Pero sana man lang, hindi niya pinatagal. Kasi, para akong nabuhay na hindi alam kung ano ang katotohanan.

"I have reasons, anak..." She whispered out of pain.

"I can't bare a child."

After hearing that, I was down on my knees and ready to kneel in front of her.

"He left me because of that. A–and it's okay..." Her voice trembled. "Anak ka ng isa sa mga counselee ko. Your...your mother is depressed and committed suicide. Pero bago 'yon, binilin ka niya sa akin."

I just stared at her and can't move my body. What did I do to deserve her?

"Bata pa ako no’n, anak. Bago lang sa trabaho. My dream, to be a professional psychiatrist." She smiled. "Until you came... You're one of my dream."

My eyes caught the tears as it fell down to my cheeks. "M–ma..."

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