Dabby: I came out of the storeroom to a sight of the most shocking scene, my eyes couldn't have expected to witness. Mrs. Carr was hugging a tall figure that surely wasn't Mason, and the face that I was looking at, made me wonder what could be going on between them. 'Damien?' My eyes darted to the right immediately when I figured out that someone was coming from the opposite direction, and it was no one other than Mason who also looked bewildered about the scene before him. He probably wouldn't have seen who his mum was hugging anyways. "Mum, I'm back," he announced, dropping the nylons of things he bought on the floor, and I siddled over to his side to collect them from him, "Mum. Who is he?" He could finally ask. His mother separated from Damien slowly at the question from her son, and Mason's eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment of what he was seeing. He suddenly became dumbstruck about what could be going on between his mum and Damien, and she answered at the shock of the

Dabby:It was a great relief to my heart when I realized that the word 'freeze' was for Mr. Anderson, and not for us. But when I realized that Damien could suspect that something was wrong with the way mum was talking to Mr. Anderson, I quickly coughed out loud as I walked down the stairs to avoid more problems for us. I answered mum's question and left the scene immediately, to relieve her of her unnecessary anxiety and tension. I strode past Damien who was still standing on the stairs and made my way into my room to sleep immediately. I didn't want to think of the situation that almost happened minutes ago. I woke up the next morning and was hot dressed, only to see Damien waiting for me after I finished eating. He offered that I sit in the front seat beside him, and I am sure mum would have been so surprised to know that something had improved between us. Throughout the short drive to school, Damien started his words slowly in rambles, and I could not understand what he was s

Dabby: Calling Mason the next day to hang out was the best of my resort, because I couldn't even embrace my response to Damien the previous night. My answer made me so restless even after I had entered my room to sleep, with the endless bothers that I might have sounded too harsh to him. When I finally got to sleep and woke up the next morning, I discovered that mum and Damien's dad weren't home. The housekeepers had increased in number and had come around to clean, while I just directed them to do everything necessary around. After everything was done and the house was in order, I returned to my room to bathe and got ready since Mason said he was going to pick me up. When I was about to leave the house, I was bothered because I had not seen Damien come out of his room. I tiptoed to the door of his room and placed my ear near the door, to know if I would hear any movements in his room. For almost ten minutes, I stood there pondering if I should enter and check, but became relieve

Dabby: I knew that Damien had already tried to explain what was going on between him and the cute girl that appeared before the gate, but I kind of found it hard to believe. Given his past relationships and history with girls, he probably wasn't the type to keep a girl that pretty as just his friend. The way she was looking at him and the manner in which she hugged him tightly, had me so disturbed till I made my way to the cafe. I knew that I said that I didn't want anything to do with Damien any longer, but it hurt to see him with another. 'Why was I so complicated? Why couldn't I just stick to one decision?' I was having an even worse day already because of Damien and his pretty friend. When I got to the cafe, there were few people sitting to eat, and the third shift for the evening was just starting. Mrs. Carr was behind the counter supervising every necessary activity herself, and I just greeted her with a casual smile because I was a little disappointed. I wanted to talk

Dabby: I didn't know if that was the right approach to meet Mum and ask her about it, but I think that was the best way that I could have handled it. What I asked Mrs. Carr about, seemed to have jogged up everything in my memory. I remembered almost everything that happened. Mum dropped me off one night at a huge building far from where we lived, and she said that she was coming back with food and drugs for us. I had been sick for days, and we had nothing good to eat for almost three days. I knew we had no money at all and had even been chased out of our house for rent, but I still believed her anyway. Hours passed and she didn't come back, I began to cry while still sitting at the spot where she told me to sit, and never stand up till she would come back. I think it was at the window of the room for the caregivers there, but they came out to check out what was going on with a wailing child at the back of their window. That was the end of it. I became one of the children in the