It happened before. But this time, the proximity is closer.
We've only seen each other twice and the last time was months ago, late last year or early this year I think. He was such a nice and polite guy during those two occasions that he came over-- too nice I even thought.
On this seemingly uneventful afternoon, after not hearing from each other for a while, I decided to call him. I was surprised to hear a grown man's voice on the line after a few rings. It turns out it's his father.
"Anjan po si ___?"
Then he asked me where I'm from. I told him I'm from Manila.
He was saying some things. But it hit me when he said, "Kasi nagkasakit sya... Wala na sya."
At this point, I just said sorry and goodbye because I was too shocked to come up with a more appropriate response. I couldn't say, "Oh. My. Gawd. Shit." you know.
Oh my, this is sad.
ReplyDeleteYup, and the fact that his father had to tell me that his son died just breaks my heart.
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