Samantha's POV"Dad!"He barely gets through the door before I'm on him. He drops the grocery bags and catches me, pulling me in the way he used to when I was small and the world felt too big. He smells so fresh and I didn't know how badly I needed that smell until now."Hey, hey. I've got you. I'm here.""I'm sorry," I keep crying into his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry.""Stop that." He pulls back and holds my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks. "What are you apologizing for?""Everything." I let out a wet, broken laugh. "All of it."He steers me to the small couch, sits me down and doesn't let go of my hands. He looks around the apartment once. The peeling paint, the narrow window and the single pot on the stove. His jaw tightens for just a moment before he smooths it out."Tell me," he says."I made so many wrong choices, and now... I'm all alone... I'm pregnant... no plans for the baby... I'm just... Dad..." I will the tears to stop, but they don't. "I should have listened to you."
Huling Na-update : 2026-04-07 Magbasa pa