HIS POV PART 1: Death and Vengeance

“Your mom...is dead.”

At such a young age, I became aware of the concept of death. The feeling of permanently losing a special someone. The feeling of being alive but half of you is lifeless.

As a kid, I had so many questions in my mind. Questions that were increasing as time passed by. I had so many why’s and what ifs. But none of them had an answer. No one told me the answer and no one...made me understand why death isn’t something you can escape of.

I was curious why someone had to die. As curious as why tears kept on falling from my eyes as I stared at the coffin in front of me.

I glanced at the portrait of my mother. She was smiling. As if telling me that everything will be fine.

“Arc, gusto mo bang silipin ang mommy mo?” tanong ni dad.

Umiling ako. I don't want to see her cold and lifeless body inside that coffin. I don’t want to remember her face that way. Ang gusto kong huling imahe niya sa isip ko ay ang nasa portrait na nasa harapan ko.

As a child, it was hard for me to a