Chapter 171

  She touched the fancy gate, making sure it is real. That used to be just made of scrap woods and rust-painted steel. She tiptoed to see what is inside, she saw a wonderful garden that used to be their mini-dumpsite. She didn’t see anything that has remained the same—not even the smell of the viand being served by whoever is preparing the meal.

  She’s about to ring the doorbell when a dog came to her and barked as he wags his tail.

  “You must be Donald,” she concluded and eyed on the dog.

  It sat down, sniffing her scent as if he knows she wasn’t the Eunice he knows. He whined after, but opened the gate and walked away as she entered; maintaining a two-meter distance between them.

  She silently got inside the house as the pet guides her, touring her around. A soft sob came out from her while roaming her eyes.

  “Mom!” she called, loud enough for the woman to hear.

  “Mom!” she repeated when she received no response.