Nakatayo ako sa harapan ng isang malaking portrait na kanina ko pang tinitignan, nakatingala ako upang pagmasdan ang kabuoan ito.
A man wearing a crown and a red suit patched with numerous badges was standing confidently beside a dashing woman who wore a feminine smile on her face.
In front of them were little children. The standing little girl with a silver-blonde hair was smiling sweetly while the younger child who was sitting on a chair without a backrest was just staring at her and she seemed giggling.
It was a portrait of my family.
My father told me that I have an older sister, her name is Eira. Wala ako ni isang ala-alang naaalala tungkol sa kaniya but the moment I saw her at that portrait, she somehow felt familiar.
Kahit bata pa lamang siya sa litrato ay kita na agad ang kagandahang taglay ng aking nakatatandang kapatid.
Napatingin naman ako sa batang nasa tabihan niya at ako 'yun.
My sister's arm was wrapped around my shoulder while I'm staring at her and we seemed fond of each other.
The breakfast with the King was finished and I was told to go here with Dhara where this portrait stands.
Isa itong hallway na puno ng mga portrait at painting.
Magulo pa rin ang lahat pero kahit papaano, nakatulong ang pakikipag-usap ko sa kaniya upang maliwanagan ako sa mga bagay ng bahagya.
Nalaman ko ring tatlong araw pala akong nakatulog sapagkat pinalagyan niya ng pampatulog ang amoy sa sabon na ginamit sa'kin.
Ginawa niya raw 'yun upang makapagpahinga ako ng maayos dahil alam niya daw na pagod ako.
Sa totoo lang ay hindi ko alam kung nakapagpahinga ba talaga ang isipan ko tatlong araw na 'yon.
Nilipat ko ang paningin ko sa kabilang painting at naglakad ako ng kaunting distansya upang pantayan ito.
The woman in this portrait quite resembled a lot of my facial features. She had the same green eyes and brown hair as mine.
It was my mother.
As I was staring at her, my lips slowly curved up to form a closed-lip smile.
It felt great to have a glimpse of her again. Even it was just a painting.
Nakakalungkot nga lamang dahil hindi ko na siya tunay na makikita pa sa personal at mayayakap man lang.
The next portrait beside hers was the portrait of my Father. He looked a bit younger when it was taken, white hair wasn't visible yet.
Ngayon ko lamang napansin na may pagkakahawig pala kami. We shared some facial features pero masasabi kong mas kita ang pagkakahawig namin ng Nanay ko.
Marami pang ibang painting at portrait ang naririto sa malaking pasilyo ngunit iyon lamang ang nakapukaw sa aking atensyon.
May nakasulat na label sa bandang gitnang taas ng mga painting ngunit hindi ko mabasa ang mga 'yon.
"Your Highness, we shall go now to the library." Lumapit sa'kin si Dhara at mahinang sinabi 'yon sa tabi ko.
Nilingon ko siya, "Sige," may maliit na ngiti sa aking labing sambit ko.
I followed her as we passed through different paintings and portraits.
Bago pa tuluyang mawala sa paningin ko ay muli kong nilingon ang portrait kung saan kasama ko ang mga magulang at kapatid ko.
When my eyes landed back there, pictures of memories flashed through my mind.
Napapikit ako't napahawak sa aking sentido dahil kumirot ito. A small sound of being hurt escaped my lips.
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