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CHAPTER 1

"Son! Come on! It's a sign! You don't have a child yet! Give me a grandchild! Please!"

Papa was begging while I was drinking. Now because he was drunk, he was crying.

"Shut up, baby. Your voice is irritating." I just told him. I don't get drunk right away unlike my father. I don't know what happened to him.

"G-That's how you talk to your father, Lori?! Why are you like that? I'm just asking for a grandson, ah!"

"Pa, if you can ask for a grandchild it's like I just picked it up on the way! I'll just give you some money to drink." I took a sip from a glass of beer.

"No! No! The grandson is really different! Give it to me!"

"Well, you can ask Andrea. Just her, she has a wife, eh. Don't worry, you will have grandchildren from her."

"His wife is barren." He whispered as if he didn't want to hear me. I just rolled my eyes and drank another glass of beer. "Go ahead, Lori. Go ahead. This is my last wish before I die."

I stopped and put down the glass. "Pa, you won't die." I said seriously. "You won't die because you're a bad weed, right?"

"I'm not a bad weed! I'm so smart! I'm kind!"

"You're really kind, Pa. You're just a bad weed."

He glared at me. "I just want to have a grandchild. I don't want to be adopted! Your son! My grandchild! That's it! The blood of the Rizanos must be lurking in him!"

"I do not want."

"Putangina-"

"Alright, go ahead." he would have thrown the glass against the wall. "Go on, Pa." I glared at him. "You're going to pay for that, aren't you?"

"My son, I should be free because I am your father!"

"There's nothing free today, Pa." He slowly lowered the glass.

"Alright! I'll kill myself if you don't give me a grandchild! Alright! go ahead!"

"You're just drunk." I said and rubbed my head.

"I'm not drunk-" and he fell asleep. I sighed. I moved him to the bed before I cleaned the table.

When I was a teenager, my dad always told me not to have a boyfriend. I had one but after that, nothing. Until I turned 22 there was still nothing and now he wants me to get married which I don't want to do because I have lost interest. I have a brother Andrea Rizano Garcia now. 20 years old. married, living a good life, it's just that his wife is unable to get him pregnant. Andrea lives happily there with her husband and seems to have forgotten to visit our ailing father. I haven't studied since I graduated high school. only a part time job supports me and my father. Now dad got sick and whether I admit it or not he's going to die. I have no medicine. I couldn't even take him to the hospital. And now he will ask for a grandson? That's just an extra expense.

I love my dad that's why he's so mean. he doesn't want me to take him to the hospital even though I know I don't have money I still have to rush him there but he doesn't want to and he just says I should collect the money for his sanity.

He has done a lot for me and my brother. He raised us alone. obeying his command is my offering in exchange for his patience with us.

I heard dad talking in the quarry so I immediately went inside.

"Beth, come back... L-lori is here." He talks in his sleep especially when drunk. He makes a lot of noise when he's drunk.

Beth? we shouldn't talk about her.

Dad used to ask for a grandchild from me. I don't know what he is planning but I want to fulfill it. I blew some air and got dressed in the room before I left the house. I'm Loriana Athena Rizano. 22 years old. I will make sure I get pregnant tonight.

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