Chapter 52: His Shackles

Chapter 52

His Shackles

“Izen,” I called my son after knocking a few times.

No one answered.

I drew a deep breath and twisted the doorknob.

Then I saw him in his study table. The lights of his room were dimmed and his table lamp lit the pile of papers, notebooks, and books on his desk.

I leaned against the doorway and watched him wrote on his notebook while there was a powerpoint presentation on his laptop.

“Son,” I called him again, “dinner is ready.”

He didn’t speak at first. He only jotted down his notes again.

“I’m full,” he answered like the usual.

It’s always been his response. Like he already choreographed the way he would answer my statements and questions.

I sighed again. “It’s your birthday, Izen Cedric.”

That’s when he stopped his movements. He turned around while still seated on his swivel chair. His thick-rimmed glasses still showed his dead eyes that I just got used to seeing.

“So what?” he asked in a monotone.

Napaayos ako ng tayo. I shut my eyes close. Nagmulat ako at