Dommy Mommy

Si Ava Miller isang probinsyana may angking ganda matangos ang ilong na nakuha niya sa namayapa niya amang, malamlam na mata na kulay berde, ang namumula nito labi na malambot na kay sarap dampian ng halik at hubog na pangangatawan na nakuha niya sa ina na. Lumuwas siya sa syudad para makamit ang pangarap. Pero hindi iyon naging madali sa baguhan katulad niya, kaya labag sa kagustuhan naibigay niya ang sarili sa hindi karapatdapat na tao para lang matupad niya ang pangarap. Pero nabago ang pananaw niya nang makilala niya si TG. Naging kontento na sakanila buhay pero kung kailan masaya na sila atsaka nalaman ng lalaki ang lihim niya. "Nakakadiri ka! Ava." Mas nadurog pa siya nag-itanggi ng lalaki ang dinadala niya bata sa sinapupunan niya at ang masakit pa doon lumipad pa ito ng bansa after a week. Nang maglaon pinagpatuloy niya ang buhay nila ng anak niya sa sinapupunan. Pero kung kailan mapayapa na silang namumuhay atsaka ito magpapakita. Hindi naging madali makasama ito bilang boss niya, pinag-iinitan siya nito sa trabaho. Isang araw nakita siya nito kasama ang ina na kasama ang anak nila. "Is that my son?" "So your claiming him now." Hindi siya pinagbigyan ni Ava para maging ama sa anak nila. Pero ilang araw niya pa lang hindi nakakasalamuha ang lalaki tila hinahanaphanap niya ito. Nababaliw na siguro siya dahil pinalangin niya kahit galit ito sakanya basta nakikita niya ito araw araw. Nang malaman niya ang kinaroroonan ng lalaki kaagad niyang pinuntahan. Handa na tanggapin ito ng buo pero ang lalaki ang gusto lumayo para sa ikabubuti ng lahat, hindi na ito napigilan ng babae. After two years nagkita sila sa anibersaryo ng magulang ng lalaki doon inalok siya ng kasal ni Ava na tinaggap niya kaagad. "Daddy did you propose to mommy?"

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."