CHAPTER 11

“ANO na, Remmington? May balak ka pa bang lumabas sa lungga mo?” the person on the other line, Harvien Kavanagh, asked. Ilang beses na niya akong tinawagan para lang alamin kung buhay pa ba ako o matagal ng nakabaon sa libingan ko.

“What do you want?” tanong ko sa kaniya. “And don’t think of saying excuses. I know you you are just fooling around every time you said that you just want to check if I’m breathing or not,” dagdag ko pa. My cousin laugh.

Siya lang ang nag-iisa kong pinsan na kasundo ko. He is my first degree cousin in my biological mother’s side. I found him here in the Philippines as a beggar on the street. Dala-dala niya ang apelyido ng kaniyang Ama na iniwan sila noon para sa ibang babae. I took him in when I learned that his mother, which was my mother’s sister -- left him too because she can’t feed him. Unfortunately, our mothers were both prostitute in a club. That is where they also meet our fathers and had us.

Kaya sa lahat ng mga taong malapit sa akin ay si Harvi