After they died, I decided to run and forget all about them. What's the point of staying in the place where you've lost your path? They're my direction, they are my hope, they're life, they are my life. Without them I'm lost. That's what I've said years ago. After all I've been through in that house, I ran away and let myself get lost. Hinayaan ko ang sarili kong magpatuloy sa ligaw na daang tinahak ko. Para saan pa para lumiko at itama ang daan? I'm already lost anyway. But when I saw him running to me and pleading to go back to our yesterday's dream and get things right, that's when I started to doubt myself. I've already made a life in this lost path. Is it worthy this time to take a risk? Am I worth of a risk?