Selena sits very anxiously with her youngest brother; Gibran, on the porch. She's been there since she was waiting for her mother's return, which this morning went into town with Andre.
Gibran, a two-year-old baby boy, dutifully sits on Selena's lap, the adorable baby's clear round eyes staring curiously at her older sister.
Selena, whose eyes were slightly veiled from crying all night, ducked down, kissed Gibran's forehead affectionately.
"God, please... Proteck my family."
She placed her chin on top of Gibran's innocent little head. Selena is very worried thinking about her family's condition which is now in a big disaster.
If only she could help. Surely Selena is willing to give anything to make her family look happy, without this kind of unrest. But Selena is aware of her weaknesses now.
After all, what could a student like him who had just graduated from junior high school do?
Nothing.
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