SEVENTY SEVEN: MOVING FORWARD

SHAIRA’s POINT OF VIEW

"There's nothing to talk about anyway. I don't want to hear excuses and lies," I responded.

I heard Hera's deep sigh. Then, she uttered, “I understand. Take care of yourself and Tamra too..."

"Bye." Then I hung up.

Ever since we;ve arrived at Antipolo, I noticed Joseph is always visiting us, just like today. He's busy putting groceries in the fridge. "You've been a big help to us, don't you think it's too much?"

We're friends. I understand, but what he's doing is pretty too much. I'm already in debt of gratitude to him. I don't know how to repay him— money is not enough to pay him.

"Don't worry. I'm not expecting anything. I only want to help you." He tapped my shoulder. "Look at you...you lost a lot of weight. Don't let your health go bad," he added.

I notice it too. Inevitably, I'm really in bad shape. I cannot sleep properly. Also, sometimes I don't feel like eating. I'm depressed because Tamra seems to be mad at me.