When I was little, my nanay would read me bedtime stories before I go to sleep. Cliché, right? But I love listening to her while she talks about my favorite story.

The moon and the stars.

The story was about a star, that didn't glow as bright as all the other stars. The star was sad and so the moon was worried. The moon asked what was making the star sad. The star asked what will happen to them. The moon smiled and told the star.

"I will bring you to earth and you will be reborn"

After listening to the story, It automatically became my favorite story.

But now. I don't think so.

My nanay would always tell me she was the moon and I was the star in the story.

I would like the idea of me being the star and she being the moon.

But now, Things changed.

3 years after the incident. It still seems like it happened yesterday. I'm still mourning. I'm still not done. How? How can I move on!?

Tatay killed nanay. I changed and my brother is a mess--we're a mess!

I woke up panting, sweat dripping on my face. I looked at my right and saw the time. It's 4am. I still have 2 hours to sleep before work pero, di na 'ko ulit makatulog.

Tumayo 'ko at pumunta sa kusina. I made myself a coffee and made hot milk with toasted bread for my brother.

I opened my phone and found out that I still have an hour before getting ready to work.

Pumunta 'ko sa kuwarto at nagbihis ng leggings at sando. Mag j-jogging na lang 'ko. I was ready to go outside ng nakita ko nag kapatid ko na bagong gising.

He also looked at me and then to my outfit.

"Mag j-jogging ka?" He asked while looking at my eyes.

"Oo, I woke up early again, eh" I said as I was going to the kitchen and get my phone.

"How about you? You're up early" I turned to look at him.

"Yeah, Couldn't sleep well" Sumabay siya sa'kin papunta sa kusina.

"Same"

I got up and brought my water botte with me. I'm not jogging far away naman, but I easily get dehydrated so might as well bring water bottle, noh?

My brother was looking at me like he wanted to say something but decided not too.

I sigh. It has been 3 years but we still couldn't talk about what happened. We just went on with our lives-like it never happened.

"I made you your breakfast. I'll be back before 6 to drive you to your school, okay?"

Tumango lng siya and ate his food silently.

I didn't say anything and left to do my business. After 30 minutes, I came back home sweating from jogging.

I looked at the kitchen and saw that the table was now clean and there where no dirty dishes. I look around a few more times but still couldn't find my brother.

Then all of a sudden lumabas ang kapatid ko galing sa kuwarto niya wearing his school uniform.

He noticed me looking at me. He slightly tilted his head and looked at me. I shrugged

"Give me a sec, I'll just take a shower and then drive you to your school."

He nodded his head at pumunta sa living room. While doing so, tiningnan ko siya pumunta sa living room, tapos ay pumasok na 'ko sa kuwarto.

Things changed. Big time.