DYLAN FONTANILLA POINT OF VIEW “You have to eat, Dylan.” I didn’t respond. It’s been almost half an hour since Maurice knocked on my door, asking me to join everyone for dinner. After him came Iverson. Then Danielle and Lance. Even my Dad dried. I ignored every single one of them. Mom, however, had a spare key, The soft click of the doorknob was enough to tell me she was already inside my room. I stayed on my bed and stared blankly at the ceiling while she quietly walked toward me. A few seconds later, I felt the mattress dip as she sat at the foot of my bed. “You’ve been like this for days, anak,” mahinahon niyang sambit. “We tried giving you space because we know you’re hurting, but this… this isn’t healthy anymore.” I closed my eyes. “Hindi ka kumakain nang tama. You barely sleep. You keep driving around the city for hours…” she
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