Epilogue

"Tito!" I turned my attention to the voice calling me, my son Tyne. Kuya Mark, Tyrone's brother, was there, quick to scoop Tyne up into his arms. I approached them with a smile.

"Kuya," I greeted him warmly.

"Diane!" Kuya Mark returned the smile, and I planted a kiss on his cheek. "Are you okay with this?"

I nodded, my smile unwavering. "Of course, Kuya. I can't hold a grudge against your siblings forever. It wouldn't be healthy for anyone, especially Tyne." My words elicited a smile from him.

"Tito, I want to play now. Let's find Yaya Kiki. Let's playhouse!" Tyne chimed in, his excitement palpable. I couldn't help but shake my head. Tyne had been somewhat spoiled by his uncles and aunts, but I made sure to strike a balance so he wouldn't become overly indulged.

It had been about three years since our wedding. Only Kuya Mark had been invited at the time. Tyrone hadn't bothered to contact his other siblings. Nonetheless, our wedding was a beautiful affair.