I was stunned when the little boy called me Mommy. I heard Aaron cough. Napatingin ako sa kaniya at nakita kong umiiling ito sa kaniyang anak.
He turned to me. “Sorry about that. She just missed her Mom,” sabi niya. I saw Azril walked to her Dad, looking down while his cute lips were pouting. I chuckled. “No, it's fine. He’s adorable,” I said while smiling at Azril. Aaron nodded and turned to his son who’s just staring at me. “Azi, Elora will be the one who will take care of you from now on. Got it?’ Azril nodded slowly, still looking at me. I smiled and waved at him. He is adorable. I realize that he just looks like his Dad. Sobrang magkamukha ang dalawa. He’s the little version of Aaron. His eyes were still on me. “Hi, Azril, I’m Elora. It’s nice to finally meet you,” I smiled. He doesn’t look like he’s happy though. Nawala ang ngiti ko nang mapag tantong malungkot ang kaniyang mga mata gaya ng kaniyang ama. He looked up at his father. His father said something to him, I saw Azril nodded and finally looked at me. He smiled. “Hi,” tipid na sabi niya. Inayos ko na lang ang aking mga damit nang lumabas na ang dalawa sa silid ko. Hindi ko pa rin makalimutan ang mga tingin niya sa akin. I’ve met a lot of kids back then but he’s just so different. I just saw him today but I’m so fond of him already. I remembered when he called me his Mom. Para bang pakiramdam ko ay ako talaga ang Mom niya. Aaron mentioned that he just missed his Mom. I suddenly got curious about it. Nasaan na nga kaya ang asawa ni Sir Aaron? Wala akong nakitang bakas o narinig tungkol doon. I sighed and heard a knock. It’s Dulce who has a tray with avocado juice on it. “Pasok po.” Tumango siya at nilagay ang ang hawak sa lamesa malapit sa balcony. “Thank you, Dulce. Nag abala pa po kayo.” Tipid itong ngumiti. “Hindi mo ba gusto ang avocado shake?” she asked. I glanced at the avocado juice she brought. “A-Ah, hindi naman po. Thank you po ulit.” “Kung may gusto ka pa, magsabi ka lang at ihahanda ko.” I nodded and smiled at her. She sighed. “Masaya ako na nandito ka na, Madame…” magsasalita pa ito ngunit yumuko na lang at nagpaalam na. Her words were still on me. Napaisip ako sa kaniyang sinabi ngunit naputol iyon nang humampas sa akin ang lamig ng hangin mula sa balcony. The curtains were moving with the strong wind. I walked towards the balcony and took the avocado juice to drink. Naubos ko agad iyon dahil masarap. “Madame. Pinapatawag po kayo.” I nodded and finished combing my hair. It’s early in the morning at buti na lang ay lagi akong maaga nagigising. Maybe this is will be the start of my work. Sumunod ako sa kasambahay patungo sa dining area ng mansion. Nakita ko roon si Aaron pati ang kaniyang anak na si Azril. I was a bit hesitant because of what happened yesterday. “Good morning Azril.” I smiled at him. Aaron stood up from his seat and pulled the chair for me. I thanked him and looked at Azril who was just watching us. Sinabihan ako ni ni Aaron na kumain na. Tahimik akong kumain habang pinapakiramdaman ang dalawa. I can see Aaron and Azrill exchange glances with each other. Para bang nangungusap ang mga tinginan nila. I stopped when they both looked at me. Aaron cleared his throat and leaned on his chair. I noticed that he’s wearing a suit, it is obvious that he is ready for work. “Elora, I have work today. You will be with Azril. You will update me if I need an update, is that clear?” I nodded. “Yes, Aaron.” Tumango siya at binalingan ng tingin ang anak na kumakain ngunit ang mga tingin nito ay panay ang baling sa akin. Maybe he finds me strange because he just met me. Baka ay nababaguhan sa akin. Pero sana ay kalaunan ay makuha ko ang loob nito. Ngumiti ako sa kaniya at kumurap lang ito na parang gusto ngumiti ngunit nagbaba na lang ng tingin. “Azi and I already talked. Dulce will tell you the everyday agenda of Azril. If you have questions you can ask me,” pormal na sinabi ni Aaron. I nodded and was about to respond when Azril spoke. “You can also ask me…” Azril said, almost a whisper. I smiled and nodded at him. “Sure, Azril. Thank you.” He nodded and pursed his lips. He glanced at his Dad who was looking at me. Aaron finished his food first. He took his things and coat. Dumating si Duke at may sinabi sa kaniya. He kissed his son's forehead. May binulong pa ito sa anak bago tumingin sa akin at magpaalam. “I'll go now, Elora. You can reach me anytime. I'll go ahead now.” Tumalikod na ito mula sa amin paalis. “Okay, Aaron. Take care,” habol ko. Nakita kong natigilan siya saglit at parang gusto lumingon ngunit tuluyan na itong umalis. I finished my food and Azril was still eating. I'm just watching him eat his fruits. I can see that he eats properly. Walang dungis sa kaniyang mukha at hindi makalat. Nang matapos siya ay agad ko siyang dinaluhan at niligpit ang mga pinagkainan. We're both walking towards his room. His room was also clean. There are paintings hanging on the wall. “You also paint, Azril?” I asked. He turned to me as he got a book on the bookshelves in his own room. “No. My Mom is,” tipid na sagot nito. I nodded, now getting it. His Mother is really into art and paintings. I got curious about his Mom but I didn't ask. “How about you? What's your hobbies?” I asked. He sat on the sofa and I just stood near the sofa. Sinarado niya ang libro at nag-angat ng tingin sa akin. “Reading, playing a lot of instruments, chess, solving mathematics. And I'm also studying art because I want to learn art and do paintings… like Mommy,” he answered. My mouth parted, amazed by his hobbies. I looked at his books, there's a lot of books on his bookshelves. I noticed that there's historical, science, anatomy and physiology, ethics, math, and many more. Namangha rin ako na gusto niyang magpinta gaya ng kaniyang Ina. In his young age, marami na siyang hobbies na hindi biro. “That's amazing, Azril. Nakakatuwa naman na marinig ‘yon,” natutuwa kong sinabi. He nodded and slowly his lips curved into a smile. “I'm also the top student in our school. I'm always at the top,” he also said, smiling. I smiled when I saw him smiling, finally. Nakakatuwa dahil ramdam ko ang pagiging proud sa sarili habang sinasabi iyon. “Wow! You're a top student at your school, Azril. Your parents must be proud of you!” I gave him a thumbs up. He nodded and stood from his seat to get something in his drawer. Lumapit siya at pinakita sa akin ang hawak na papel, painting iyon na dagat. I took it from his hands and stared at his painting. “You painted this?” I asked. “Yes! That's my first art.” I smiled. Magaling ang batang ‘to! It's his first try but it looks so good. Hindi magulo at maayos sa mata tignan. Maganda ang mga napiling kulay at tama. There's a woman in his painting, standing watching the waves of the sea. The sky is fixed purple and sky blue. Nakakamangha. “That’s Mommy,” sagot ni Azril na nahalata ang tingin ko sa babaeng naroon. “We should hang this on your wall, Azril. It's your first painting. It's beautiful,” I said. “Really? It's beautiful? You think it's good po?” tanong nito at namimilog ang mga mata. I chuckled and nodded at him. Pumayag siya sa sinabi ko. Nagpakuha ako ng frame sa kasambahay at agad naman akong nabigyan. Sinabit ko iyon katabi ng isang malaking painting sa kaniyang silid. Sa ganitong oras ay nag-aaral si Azril. At sa mga sumunod na oras ay magbabasa naman ito. Sabi rin ay baka maglaro ito ng chess o mag-practice ng instruments. It's Saturday so he has a lot of free time. “You'll start with your study now, Azril?” I asked. He nodded and took three books. “Okay. Call me if you need anything, okay?” Ngumuso siya at binaba ang mga libro sa lamesa. “Where are you going to stay?” Napaisip ako, puwede namang dito na lang pero baka ay ayaw niya na narito ako at maistorbo pa siya. Pero hindi ko rin naman alam kung saan ako mananatili habang may ginagawa siya. “Can you just stay here?” he asked. I nodded and smiled. “I'll stay here with you, Azi,” sabi ko. He smiled. “I liked it more when you called me Azi.” Natigilan ako at na realize na tinawag ko pala siya sa nickname na tinatawag sa kaniya ni Aaron. “Okay, Azi. Iyon na ang itatawag ko sa iyo.”“Vince, natanggap ako sa trabaho. Isn’t that a good thing?” I said, my voice filled with excitement as I smiled at him, my heart fluttering at the thought that finally, I would be working. It felt like an achievement, something of my own, something I could finally claim as mine. But Vince only gave me a tipid na ngiti, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. I knew why. I had seen this coming. Vince never really wanted me to work, and I had spent countless hours convincing him to let me apply for the position at the restaurant. I didn’t want to stay trapped here in the house, living every day with nothing to do but watch him carry the entire burden of providing for us. I wanted to contribute, even in a small way. He sighed, running a hand down his face, his brows furrowed with worry. “Lor, are you sure about this? Ayaw kong mapagod ka at baka kung ano ang mangyari sa iyo.” His tone was firm but laced with fear. I pressed my lips together, nodding slowly. I understood h
The days with Vince blurred into weeks, and then into months. Each morning I woke up with the same hollow question echoing in my mind: Sino ba talaga ako? Months had passed since he introduced himself as my husband, yet everything about my life with him still felt like walking through a fog. Months with Vince, known as my husband, are still confusing for me. Hindi ko pa rin maalala kung saan ako nanggaling, sino ang pamilya ko, at sino ako noon. Hindi pa rin ako ganoon makausap ng maayos. But I was trying my best to respond to him. It was strange—being someone without a past, living in a place that felt borrowed. I was no longer in the hospital now. Matagal na rin akong nakalabas mula sa hospital. At nanatili lang ako sa bahay ni Vince. I couldn’t go out even because I didn’t feel like it. My body was free, but my mind was still trapped somewhere I couldn’t reach. Sometimes I would sit by the window of our room, fingers brushing the cool glass. Binuksan ko ang bintana ng kwarto at
“I won’t let you do that to her!” A man’s voice thundered somewhere near me, sharp and full of restrained anger.I forced my eyes open. Pain flared everywhere at once—my ribs, my head, my arms—like knives pressing from the inside out. Every breath scraped through my chest. Slowly, bits of memory returned. The crash. The smoke. The woman in heels.Was it really an accident? Or had it all been planned?“Then get her!” a woman screamed back, her voice jagged with hatred. “Get her out of this d*mn place! Far from my man! Far from my Aaron!”I blinked hard, my vision a muddy blur of shadows. Madilim ang paligid. Everything smelled of gasoline and iron. My skin stuck to the leather seat where blood had dried. My head lolled to one side and I realized—I was still in the car. Somehow, after losing consciousness, I had been moved but never saved.“That’s my actual plan,” the man shot back. His voice vibrated with rage but also something else—control, like he was holding himself back. “And you
I stayed watching the trees dance in the wind, their branches bent and swaying like people moving slowly in a crowd. I breathed in deeply and closed my eyes, letting the cold air hit my skin. It felt alive against my face, a small, sharp reminder that I was still breathing. I felt Aaron’s warm arms wrap around me from behind. His hug was quiet and steady, the kind that made the chaos in my head seem smaller for a moment. I smiled and leaned into him. “This feels nice,” I said, my voice soft. He kissed the top of my head and nodded. “It is nice. Aren’t you cold?” he asked, that gentle worry in his tone that always made me feel cared for. I shook my head and gave him a small smile. Days of remembering the dark past weren’t easy. Facing those moments felt heavy—the kind of trouble that sits in your chest and makes everything else blur around the edges. My therapist had said it was a sign that my memory was trying to work through the pain, that remembering was part of healing even when
I gasped harshly as I opened my eyes. Air rushed into me like I’d been underwater for too long. Mabigat ang paghinga ko at agad na bumangon mula kama. My whole body shook with the memory of impact even before my mind had caught up. Aaron went to me, worried. Mabilis ang paghinga ko at agad na yumakap sa kaniya. “That was… terrifying.” I groaned and took a deep breath. The word barely covers the cold that slid down my spine. “Breathe, baby. Inhale slowly and exhale. I’m here, I’m here,” he said, making me calm. His voice is steady and that steadiness is steadier than anything I feel inside. Mariin akong pumikit at inalala ang mga nangyari. Images came in sharp fragments — glass, light, then nothing. I took my time breathing. Aaron was with me until I calmed down and relaxed. I counted breaths with him like a lifeline. I looked at him and leaned on his body, letting my body rest on him. For a moment the world contracted to the two of us and the rhythm of his heartbeat under my cheek
I stared at my son who just got back to sleep. His little chest rising and falling like that is the only thing that makes sense right now. Aaron and I aren't still talking. The silence between us is louder than any argument I've had. I took a deep breath and walked out of Azi's room and headed to our room. Every step felt heavy, as if the house itself were reminding me of what happened. Aaron doesn't want to go to work because of me, because we're still not okay but he doesn't have a choice but to do so since the company has a problem. I hate that his duty pulls him away when all I want is to hold on. I sighed when I remembered myself being cold to him earlier when he was about to go. I can still feel the hardness in my voice; it sits on my tongue like regret. “You should go, Aaron. We can just talk when you got home,” I said coldly without looking at him. The words came out easier than I expected — a shield more than an answer. I heard him sighed. “Please, baby. I can't go like t