I GAZED at the serene sky as the waves were tamed as I stood near the shore. I couldn’t help but to smile as the sand went on my feet. I slowly lifted my hand to somehow make myself feel that I could touch the cloud that looked like a shark. “Happy birthday, Anak. Miss na miss ka na ni Mama. . . Sana ay masaya ka na kasama sina Nonna sa heaven. Mahal na mahal kita at lagi kang nasa aking puso at isipan,” I uttered softly as the wind blew on me which made my hair and the hem of my skirt dance. A lone tear escaped from my eye. “Soon, we would meet again, but for now, please guide us, being our adorable guardian angel. . .” We visited the private mausoleum of Deus Paulo, and sang him a happy birthday song. His private mausoleum was full of Shark balloons, cake and his favorite foods. After that, we headed here to Il Paraiso di Accardi to continue the celebration. It was a special place that my son really loved when he was still alive in this world. “Mama!” masayang pagtawag sa akin
MAFIA LORD MCKENZIE’S POVI HAD A TOUGH power and role to fulfill ever since I was born in this world, because I’m the future heir of being the Mafia Lord of the Castello di Accardi. The lives of every lineage worshiped and believed in my clan were on my shoulders.The Accardi Clan was one of the strongest in one of the boundaries of the Mafia Empire in Italy. At a very young age, my vision and perspective were wide open in the maze of the Mafia Empire. I needed to be strong and vigilant otherwise I would get killed which would make my clan be slaves to whoever nemesis of mine would defeat me. ‘And I don’t want that to happen. . . I wouldn’t let anyone under my wing be trapped in danger and be killed. Until I’m breathing and alive, I would really do everything to defend them against all odds.’Nonna always taught me to be strong and wise at all times or else I would be lost in the battle. I really admire her, because she was dauntless, strong and wise. I even didn’t see her being lo
I WAS BEING DIAGNOSED with Major Depressive Disorder and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. I underwent treatments, because I became really out of my mind after Deus Paulo’s lifeless body inside the casket was being buried in the private mausoleum. Nawala ako sa tamang huwisyo at sinasaktan ko na ang aking sarili. Lagi akong nagwawala at umiiyak sa tuwing naalala ko ang pagkamatay ni Deus Paulo. Sobrang sakit nito para sa akin dahil pinipiga ang puso ko. Pakiramdam ko ay nawalan na ng saysay ang buhay ko lalo na’t hindi ko nagawang iligtas at protektahan ang aking anak.Mas lalong tumindi ang galit ko sa tuwing nakikita ko si McKenzie nang dahil na rin sa aking Postpartum Depression. Naging sarado ang isip ko at lagi ko siyang sinisisi mula sa pagkamatay ni Deus Paulo. Walang oras na sinisisi ko siya. Ayaw na ayaw ko rin siyang nakikita o lumalapit sa akin dahil naiinis ako sa kaniyang pagmumukha. Until I lost my sanity. I attempted suicide by cutting my wrists and sleeping inside th
AS MY FOOT filled with sand as I walked and mesmerized the beauty and serenity of the beach as the cold breeze swayed my hair and the skirt of my maternity dress, I couldn’t help but to bewildered why my heart seemed in pain. The sky was gloomy, and the waves were tamed. But I feel that a storm would come after this. “Mama!” masayang pagtawag ni Deus Paulo sa akin. Agad akong napalingon kay Deus Paulo. Sobrang cute niya habang tumatakbo sa buhangin. Gusto kasi niyang tumakbo nang tumakbo sa buhangin kaya’t talagang pumupunta kami sa beach kapag hindi kami busy ni McKenzie sa trabaho. ‘My husband and I would do everything to make him happy, because we really loved him so much. Gusto kong ibigay ang lahat ng mga pangangailangan ng aking anak. Lahat ng mga hindi ko naranasan no’ng pa ako ay gusto kong iparanas sa kaniya.’ Hindi ko napigilang ngumiti at bahagyang lumuhod para salubungin siya ng isang yakap. Kitang-kita ko kung paano siya tumakbo papalapit sa akin para yakapin ang ako
I WAS AWAKENED by a cold splash of the water through my face. My head and body was aching as hell including my deep wounds and scratches. I couldn’t help but to cough, and gasped for air as someone tugged my hair harshly which made me groan in pain. “Aw! Ang sakit naman, ‘no? Well. . . You really deserve to suffer pain in a hellish way, B*tch. Akala mo ba ay tapos na? Sad to say, hindi pa. And now, nasa exciting part na tayo at iyon ang kamatayan ninyo ng mga anak mo,” sarkastikong turan ng isang pamilyar na tinig na hindi ko akalaing maririnig ko pa hanggang ngayon. “J-Jona Joyce?” nahihirapan kong pagbanggit ng kaniyang pangalan. With that, Jona Joyce’s grip tightened on my hair which made me dizzy in pain. “Gulat ka, ‘no? Mabuti naman at kilala mo pa akong hayop ka. Akala mo ba hindi ko nakalimutan ang ginawa mo sa amin noon? Well. . . I’m being resurrected from hell to kill you, B*tch. Hinding-hindi kita bibigyan ng isang p*nyetang happy ending habang nabubuhay ako.” Hindi ak
I SIGHED HEAVILY as my heart clenched in pain on this day. It was the death anniversary of Auntie Sabel and my cousins. I really wanted to go to their private mausoleum to visit them no matter what happens, especially that I even dream of them. Kahit ilang taon na ang nakarararan, sa tuwing naalala ko ang nangyaring brutal massacre sa kanila ay hindi ko napipigilang maging emosyonal. Alam kong wala silang kalaban-laban mula sa mga demonyong iyon. Hanggang sa huli ay sinigurado kong naipaghiganti ko sila mula sa demonyo ng aking nakaraan. Ibinalik ko lamang sa mga demonyong iyon ang sakit at paghihirap na naramdaman nila. ‘Afterall, the demons of my past deserved to rot their souls in hell. Gusto kong masunog ang kaluluwa nilang lahat sa impiyerno.’“Amore Mio, do you still go there without me?” McKenzie asked for the ninth time which made me look at him with a smile.Nilingon ko siya pagkatapos kong ibaba ang hawak kong hair brush. “Ang kulit mo naman, Amore Bambino. Walang makakapi