She bent down and took a deep breath. "Is my son Emi?" He asked seriously, forcing himself to be calm.

It was like I was shocked. I bowed my head as I moaned silently. I'm nervous right now that is why I can't speak.

He raised his gaze, straight into my eyes. "Are we Emi's son, ha, Angel?!" His voice rose. I looked at her, her eyes darkened.

"O-Yes," I admit.

She held her forehead but the tears that came from her eyes could not escape my eyes.

"Ten years. Putangina, ten years." She couldn't believe it.

"So .. I just saw her first .." She wiped the tears with...