Sunshine In The Rain
Her name was engraved there, alongside the dates marking her birth and her last breath.
The cold stone beneath my fingers felt like a harsh reminder of the warmth I had lost. I traced the letters of her name, memories flooding my mind—her laughter, her kisses, her hugs, her giggles, the way she pouted when she's mad, her smile, the way she happily caress her tummy because of our babies.
"I've missed every inch of you, Veronica. Miss na miss na miss na kita," I said, quickly wiping away the tears that streamed down my cheeks.
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