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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE- WISH

JOANABE (JOENABELL) POV

"You are not Joanabe to wipes my tears for me," He said crying like there's no tomorrow.

He-he still remembers the promise I made to him. I failed him I failed to wipe his tears with the green mint handkerchief.

His tears never stop falling. He uses my lap to lean on.

"Dad, will you let Mom wipe your tears?" I stoke his head in my lap.

Kane shakes his head in response.

"Why not, dad?" I bite my lower lip this is making me feel so bad. He can just let Cheryl wipe it.

"Because I want it to be Joanabe, why did she have to die?" He sobs harder.

"When we went to her wake, she soundlessly slept her usual tomato cheeks when she laughed at me turned into white lifeless skin," He grips in my short like a lifeline.

"She makes me like to listen to music because your grandmother wants me to become a musician in my younger years, but I did not follow her steps because I want to be a painter."

I did not say a word. I let him say all he wants to say because to me seeing the p
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