Since birth, Angelique hasn't seen her dad; she grew up loathing her dad, who abandoned her, molding her into a strong and independent young girl. Angel's single mom raised her, living in a two-room apartment while trying to meet ends. She repays her mom by giving her best in school.

Maddox came from a prominent family; his dad is a business tycoon. Despite the wealth they possess, sadness finds its way to his heart. He is a lonesome boy who chooses to be alone with his trusted friends. Maddox became aloof after the untimely death of her mom until Angel came into his life.

Their world collided when Angel got a strange scholarship to study in Maddox's expensive school. They are two worlds apart, yet they find happiness in each other's company and shrug their shoulders at whoever bombarded their friendship. Especially Cassandra, who happened to be interested in Maddox and named Angel an outcast of their campus.

Angel and Maddox surprisingly have too many things in common that falling in love was inevitable. It was a dream come true, like a fairy tale in a movie that they met at the right time they needed someone to shed light on their dark world. Angel gained a lot of haters at school, but Maddox got her back.

They shared a genuine relationship until they found out who was behind Angel's scholarship. As if it was not enough, Angel's mom confessed a thing she's been hiding for so long. An event that is bound to change their status, which Cassandra took advantage of.

Will Cassandra succeed? Or will Angel and Maddox's love for each other find its way back together?

YOU ARE MY SUN

It’s another day in Singapore and our last day to be exact. With a heavy heart, I pack mom’s stuff to prepare for our flight. 


“Angel, this is the best decision I know. Let’s not argue about this anymore. We will have more time together in the Philippines.” 


Dad didn’t disagree with mom last night. I don't know why. Dad probably only wants to give whatever mom wishes. He immediately booked tickets for all of us. Although it is hard for him as well. I saw it in his eyes last night, he was sad. 


I knock on dad’s door to check on him. He let me in. Dad's luggage is open while his clothes scatter on his bed. "Dad, let me help you," I volunteer as I walk over to his bed. 


"Thank you, Angel. I really need some help here." 


"I got this dad." I immediately start folding his clothes. “Dad, I’m sorry to ask. How are you? Did you like mom’s decision to go back home?” 


WE'RE HOME