Paris’ P.O.V.Mom recovered her speech now. She can talk normally, laugh even — though her left hand still refuses to move. But she’s alive, and that’s enough.Dad changed too. It was like he was reborn — sober, gentle, the kind of man I used to wish existed. After I graduated from high school, he went back to the Philippines and started a food business. It became a hit, just like he always dreamed. He quit drinking, gained back the light in his eyes, and for once, he and Mom worked together — really together. Their laughter would echo through calls, and every time I heard them, I wondered what it would’ve been like if you were still here to see it, Syd.I took Architecture, just like we promised each other we would. I graduated cum laude. Who’s stupid now, Sydney?I still remember that night we stayed up talking about our futures. We sneaked out while Mom was asleep, walked to 7/11, bought instant noodles and cheap snacks, and ate them on the roof while staring at the moon.“I’m not s
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