Cinyla's POVThe flowers in our little garden are awesome, clean, and beautiful. I smiled a little. Everything became normal. I was here in our small garden and sipping my tea. Since returning to Manila, I haven't heard anything or a hint from the mysterious man who gives letters and gifts. I hope it's gone. I looked around, but nothing unusual. It was quiet and many flowers were on our side because Mommy loves and cares for flowers."Oh Cinyla, are you okay?" he asked while drinking tea.When I put down the cup, I looked at Mommy's behavior, she was carrying bread on a saucer."I brought your snacks, I also want to tell you something." My heart beat faster at what he said and on the right side where I was sitting, he sat next to me.Even though our garden behind the house is small, it has a round table and three chairs for relaxing or feeling peaceful.I took a deep breath before speaking. "Thank you, Mommy, what will you tell me about?""I hope you won't be surprised son, I want him
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