SEVENTY SIX: COMFORTED

SHAIRA’s POINT OF VIEW

"Here we go again. Haven't I told you to give your son a little time? It is only one month since you told him about your separation from your husband," Joseph says.

Joseph knew my plan to move to Antipolo; he also moved here. I'm unsure if it has something to do with me or Tamra—maybe it's work-related.

"Smile. You will look like a granny." Then he forced both sides of my lips to form a smile. Instead of smiling, I frown even more.

"Fine, you don't want to smile, then let's eat." He messed up his hair and walked out of the living room, and when he came back, he brought SamyangX3 noodles.

"You don't want to smile, right? Then cry, here take this," he added.

I hid my laughter every time I caught him coughing. I don't know how we get this close. But thanks to him, my burdens and pain lessened a bit.

"I bet you're laughing right now. Gosh! Do I look not so manly while eating Samyang? Uhm…by the way, what is your plan once the separation is over?"