“W-we rushed Papa to the hospital. He couldn’t properly breathe. He lost consciousness on our way here, and until now, he’s still asleep.” My brother’s voice trembled as he spoke, and I could hear cries from the background that I knew were my mother. My tears were on the verge of falling as I listened to his every word. I could sense hopelessness in my mother’s cry, so I told my younger brother to let me talk to her for a while. I tried—I tried my best to comfort her. My voice was shaky as I told her that she didn't have anything to worry about because Tatay would be fine, even though I knew there were so many things to think about. She listened without responding. I heard the doctor had just arrived. My brother ended the call after telling me he would update me right after the doctor gave them the other test results. I wanted to request to keep the call going so I could hear whatever the doctor was saying, but my tears were about to fall, and my chest felt like bursting. I bit

William was already fast asleep after a long and tiring day when his phone suddenly started ringing in the middle of the night. He tried reaching for it, which he remembered he had placed on the bedside table. With his eyes closed, he grabbed the phone. His forehead wrinkled after seeing an unregistered number calling him that late. He got skeptical about who owned the number instantly, knowing he wasn't the type who handed it out to random people without getting their phone numbers as well, especially the number they were calling only for personal use. He answered the call, thinking it was from someone he knew, only to discover it was from a police officer, informing him that his son was in jail after getting involved in a drug raid at a party. Besides this, Lennon and his friend got sued for parking illegally and destroying private property. William was left speechless. His son had disappointed him again, but he tried setting that aside, and the thought that Lennon had asked the o

"In Memories of Samantha L. Martin," Anita whispered to herself as she read the carved name and words on the stone at the top entrance of the white mausoleum. With how it appeared, she knew it wasn't something ordinary. She had never seen a rock as white as those. It seemed like a cave at first glance, but it wasn't at all. Anita didn't know what their late boss' wife's name was. She hadn't heard from Linda yet, but looking at how the place was created in memory of someone who had passed away, she could imagine how much love they had for her. They created a paradise inside a ranch. The place felt peaceful right on the spot where they were. The air was fresh, and the sound of the river flowing below the pavilion was relaxing. "Anita—" Her silent sentiment was interrupted when Linda suddenly called her name. She turned her head right away and looked at her apologetically. It was a shame that she was spacing out and almost forgot what they came for in that place after she got captiva

Third-person's POV"Can you hand me the salt, Anita?" Linda requested, but it seemed Anita was not in herself while wiping the table where they prepared all the ingredients for the dishes they were cooking that late afternoon.It had been a few minutes since she returned to the kitchen and went back to what she had left, and since then, Anita has been acting strangely."Anita?" Linda called and gave the young Filipina a gentle tap on her shoulder."Y-yes, M-miss Peters?" Anita was startled. "I-I'm sorry, are you saying something?""No," Linda lied, and she asked, "Are you okay?""Y-yes...I-I think so." As expected, she would lie."Come