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    The baby was crying in the susunod room, and I followed the noise. It was such a weak cry, I wasn't sure I liked what I heard anymore. My pag-ibig for Regina had not changed, had not shrunk nor grown. The flaming apoy was strong in my gut, and as I crossed the threshold into my infant's bedroom, it was fed sa pamamagitan ng the oxygen of her sweet, yet small wails. I bent over the railing of the kuna and stared down into the baby's eyes. They were small, frightened brown puddles. They were not the eyes of me or Derick. She was the loner in a lonely world, and I had to protect her....