As far as I could remember, one of the terrible days of my life was when my Mom and Dad was fighting. I was in Grade 2. And I could hear my Mom crying and my Dad shouting at her. My Kuya and Dikong were downstairs, too. But my Ninang told me to stay in my room.
I wasn't crying then, because I was 7 and I don't know anything about marriages and such. But now I grew up, and when I get flashbacks of that certain night, I can't help but cry.
That was 9 years ago. And I'm happy that my parents aren't fighting and is living lovingly together, with us beside them. :'>
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