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The BeachcomberShe dug her hand deep into the cool damp gumption and closed her look. Squishing the moist grains with her fingers in the fury of the day reminded her of afternoons just lay in bed wrapped up in clean, white sheets, postponement for an answer. They gave her one of course, or else she would have never left(p) that room, but she knew that something was left unsaid. Something was just terribly, terribly wrong, and although she couldnt seem to put her finger on it back then, she knew. The silence was okay, she couldve expectd with that. But it was the coldness that s apprehensiond her the coldness hang in the air between them her mommy washing dishes in the kitchen, soul bent, hair swooped to the side, hiding her left cheek, and her daddy, sitting on the sofa meter reading the Sunday paper in silent indifference. She was caught in the middle, with her toys scattered well-nigh her, shivering at the coldness of it all. She knew.They told her it would be fun having ii houses. Imagine, both of everything Two beds, two television sets, two dollhouses Her mommys custody were trembling.But I dont want two of everything. I just want both of you.They were quiet for a moment. Her mommy stared blankly at the wall, following a crooked line of marching ants. Her eyes were swollen and red. Below the corner of her left eye were (what seemed to the little girl) smudges of rap and purple pastel crayons.Her daddy held her shoulders gently and whispered in her ear, I love you so practically princess. And as her daddy hugged her tight, she wondered why princesses had to live such terrible lives. Pretty soon she was living in two houses with two of everything, just like they said. She lived with her daddy and Tita Carmen in Alabang, and with her mommy in their old house in capital of the Philippines. Her daddy said that Tita Carmen was very much like her mommy in Manila in that she would take care of her and love her and play dolls with her all afternoon (if she wants to). Her mommy in Manila did not say anything.She tightened her fist filled with sand, and forced herself to think of something else. recover happy. remember happy. Think strawberry ice cream with chocolate syrup. Think new dresses for Mimi, her favorite doll.