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We're running out of nowhere. My father is panting while carrying me. Binalikan ko ng tingin kung saan kami nanggaling. May mga lalaking naghahabol samin at patuloy na nagpapaputok sa dereksyon namin.
"Cover your ears, love." my father said.
"Where're we going? Mother's there, right?" Instead, I asked.
"Just do as I say, my little one." mahina akong tumango at tinakpan ang tenga ko.
That night, I didn't know a thing what the hell is happening. We managed to get away to those guys. My father and I lived with my uncle. But when I turned 13, he left me. Something is bothering him that made him stressed so much. He got sicked and die at the age of 35. And his last words...
"...keep your identity hidden, or they'll come after you."
Zephyr.