LYARA’S POINT OF VIEWSampung taon pa lang ako noon, pero ang alaala ng araw na iyon ay parang isang sariwang sugat na hindi kailanman naghilom. I was standing at the top of the grand staircase of the Castellano mansion, clutching my tattered teddy bear, watching the world I knew crumble beneath the weight of a single announcement.The mansion was suffocating. Every corner was draped in expensive white roses, their scent so cloying it made my stomach churn. My mother, Elena Castellano, was glowing. For the first time since my father died, she looked alive—but it was a frantic, desperate kind of life.“Lyara, baby, come down here! Don't be shy!” her voice trilled, echoing against the marble walls.Dahan-dahan akong bumaba sa mahabang hagdan, my small shoes clicking rhythmically. At the bottom of the staircase isang lalaki na may asul na mga mata ang taimtim na nakatitig sa akin."Lyara, I want you to meet someone very special,” my mother said, her hand trembling as she reached for the
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