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He's a boy. His name is Tito Zandro.
He's a boy who wants to be a girl.
So he dresses like a girl.
Then he's gay?
Where did you learn that from?
From my classmate, Dad.
The one who has two mommies.
They are lesbies.
Don't say that!
They are not bad people.
And they love my classmate so much.
Thank you for being my wife.
For being my friend.
I don't think happiness will ever come back to us.
And yet, I don't know why
we keep hanging on to each other.
Did you know I woke up because I dreamt of you?
I saw you fall off a cliff.
Good thing I manage to grab your hand.
It wasn't just a dream, Ma.
You really saved me.
Thank you so much, Ma.
I promise, you won't have
any more nightmares about me.
Regardless of that weird coincidence, still, brace yourself!
Because I'll rat you out to your mom!
It's my last night at the condo.
And then what, indulge yourself in unnecessary drama?
Wait for me!
I'll be right over, you moron! Okay?
I'm busy here.
So, no need to bother yourself, ok?
Bye!
This is the last time that I'll say this...
Goodbye, Vincent.
Thanks for everything.
Vincent?
Will you take after Kuya Zandro?
I hope not.
I don't want you to
dress up in drag.
I'm fine with how you look.
It's not obvious.
What's so funny?
I'm not like Kuya Zandro, Lally.
He's different.
How so?
Kuya Zandro is...
People like him...
They feel that they're really a woman.
And they're just trapped in a man's body.
That's why they'll do everything
to erase their masculinity.
Because in their minds,
they're really a woman.
Some even undergo surgery
to change their sex.
That's how they are.
They identify as female.
But isn't that
how it is if you're...
Gay?
Don't they feel like females?
Not all of us.
We're all different.
Some are effeminate in their actions
and words.
Even their clothes are flashy and colorful.
They like things meant for women.
But they accept themselves as male.
And they have no inclination
to completely change themselves as a female.
They know that even as males,
they're different.
Because they prefer to love other men as well.
I'm not like that, Mommy.
I'm not effeminate in my actions and the way I speak.
Even my interest. Cars, golf.
Everything are masculine.
It's not that I'm in denial.
It's just how I am.
Even so...
I know that...
I'm gay, because I'm still attracted to...
...to other men?
I'm sorry.
Mommy, you really shouldn't be asking anymore.
If I don't ask questions...
How will I get to know you?
You're my husband.
I should know you.
If you get attracted to other men...
Then why did you fall for Eric?
He's the same as you.
You're both...
Gay.
Because a straight man
will never love someone like me...
To love us in the way that we want.
But gay men like us,
they're able to give themselves entirely to us.
Mind...
Heart...
Soul...
I'll admit we are...
...similar to women in some ways.
We need strong, passionate embraces...
that only another man can give.
Mommy...
I'm not saying this to hurt you.
Because I like your embraces, too.
Because you complete me.
I hope...
I hope you understand.
I'm a big girl, Daddy.
I've learned a lot about you,
that were much more painful.
The important thing is that...
You're opening up to me.
Thank you.
This is a big step for me.
Because I've kept this hidden inside myself for so long.
Finally.
I finally have someone to talk to about all this.
So thank you, Mommy.
Thank you.
That night, all the anger I had for Vincent seemed to disappear.
Yes,
I now understand why
he had to deceive me.
But even as I strive to be strong
and brave for my husband,
I can't help but feel afraid.
I really don't know myself any more.
What am I?
Who am I?
Am I just a wife?
A mother to his children?
A woman who choose to stand by
her husband in spite of it all?
But what about me?
What of my needs?
What will become of me?
- Ouch! - Agh!
Oh I'm sorry, Madam!
Wow!
Your hair's awesome!
I like it!
Thank you!
No problem. Enjoy!
Thanks.
Hi, Babe!
Babe, sorry if I've been repeatedly texting you.
It's because I miss you so much.
Babe, I know you're angry because....
I wasn't able to stand up
to my mom about our plans, but...
Babe, she's still my mom.
I came out of her womb.
I knew you were still mad at me.
Babe, please understand...
My mother believes in hell.
That we're slowly being burned in hell even now.
You know how old folks think, right?
They're very set in their ways.
So please don't be mad at me anymore.
It doesn't make you any cuter, you know.
I'm serious. Stop trying to be funny.
You know, even if you're not cute...
And despite the fact that...
There are more attractive guys out there...
I promise that you're my only love.
That's why...
I don't want to let you go, Babe.
All I'm asking is a little more time.
To convince my mom to change her mind and...
To change her views about us.
So please, Babe...
Don't let go just yet.
Why must love be like that?
Even when you're hurting,
you still don't want to give up.
Even when everybody's against you,
you'll still continue to fight.
Good morning, sir.
Good morning.
Hi, Mommy.
Please take this omelette to the table.
Yes, ma'am.
Then leave Vincent and I alone for a moment.
Yes, ma'am.
Are you gonna ask more questions?
Yes, but this is about me.
It's about myself.
Okay, yeah. What is it?
Well I just thought that...
Since the kids are old enough,
I don't really have much to do around here.
So I want to continue my studies.
Finish the course that I wasn't able to.
I mean, that's...
- If it's okay with you.
-But if... - YES!
I mean, yes.
I think it's about time
that you focus on yourself.
And I'll support you on this Mommy.
Yes, I admit,
I wanted him to oppose my plan.
And tell me that I didn't
need to continue my studies,
Since he will take care of me
until we're old.
But he didn't.
And this thought frightened me.
Can I really stand on my own
and start anew for myself?
Thank you.
I guess I have no choice
but to strengthen my resolve.
Like other people who have fallen
and are struggling to pick themselves up.
Ya.
Yaya!
Oh?
Don't carry this, it's heavy!
I can do this!
I can carry this!
- Don't! - See?
I got this!
Welcome home, son.
You will love this!
Thank you Yaya!
Yes!
By the way Ma, after I unpack my stuff,
let's go to the ancestral house.
I need you there since
I need an assistant to take measurements.
I need to estimate
the materials we need to buy.
Sure! Of course I'll come with you.
I want to come, too!
I can be an assistant as well.
As they always say...
"Three heads are better than one head."
Isn't that right?
Thank you Yaya, but its better for you to stay
so you won't get exhausted.
You're just like your mother!
You both think I'm too old to do anything!
I'm not that old, you know.
You think that way too,
am I right, Sol?
What else am I supposed to do
if you won't even let me work at our house?
I can still be useful!
Okay, fine.
If you really don't want me to go.
That's fine.
Do as you wish!
Oh!
I forgot my cellphone!
I'll just be over there, with my phone.
Don't mind her.
She's getting a bit crabby,
due to old age.
I have a feeling, when I reach that age,
I'll be just like her.
But for now?
I'm so, so happy,
that finally you're moving on!
You know what?
It might help,
if you start going out again.
With your friends or...
With a future someone special.
I have a novelist friend, Sylvie,
who has a nephew.
Arnold's just like you, cute and...
Ma, I'm still healing,
you know what I mean?
If I'm going on a date,
then it might as well be with Martin!
Whoa!
Is there actually a
future special someone?!
Oh pray tell...!
Who's he? Who's Martin?
Ma, just eat your breakfast.
Your salad's getting soggy.
Spoilsport!
Come on, spill! Who's Martin?
Ma, stop it!
Your salad's waiting for you.
Kuya!
Kuya?
Wake up and let's eat.
Dad, our breakfast is ready.
Wait.
Kuya's still not answering his door.
Ask Ising to get the key to the guest room.
Manang Ising, can you get the key
to the guest room please?
Maybe he was tired and overslept?
However tired Kuya is,
he wouldn't wake up this late!
Kuya! Let's eat, we're getting hungry!
Give it to me.
Hon, open it.
Kuya!
-Dad, don't move him! - Let's bring him to the hospital!
- Get the car ready!
- Call the ambulance, quickly! - He's still breathing! Hurry!
Doc...
Doc, how's my brother?
Uhm...What's the result of his tests?
Your hunch was correct.
He suffered a stroke.
Based on his MRI
and Angiogram test results.
But there's no need for surgery.
Since the blood clot can be dissolved by medication.
But he needs to be confined in the ICU.
So we can monitor his condition.
This is all that damned Zandro's fault!
Hon, if only you haven't insisted
on inviting that damned faggot!
Now look what happened!
Armando, how was I to know
about Zandro's current look?
If I'd known,
I wouldn't have invited him.
So don't blame me, none of us knew!
Dad...
Kuya Zandro still needs to know
what happened to Tito Manuel, Dad.
NO!
My brother might die instead of getting better!
Don't talk like that.
He's still his son, Dad.
That's why he needs to know.
Are you thinking clearly, Vicente? Huh?
Why are you so concerned for that cursed faggot?
He almost killed your uncle!
Just give me his number, Ma.
I'll talk to him.
Dad, please. Trust me.
I'll take care of this.
Vincent is right, he needs to know.
Alright. Take Zandro's number from my phone.
Do as you want.
But if something happens to my brother...
I'll hold all of you responsible.
Ma, this is the last batch.
I'll just take a shower to freshen up.
Okay, I'll take care of this.
Kuya? You still there?
Umm...
Yeah, I'm... I'm still here.
Lally, how's my Dad?
What's his status?
He's in the ICU.
He's not awake yet.
He's been given lots of medication.
He's not stable yet,
but hey say the's fighting.
Daddy didn't want you to know because,
Tito Manuel's condition might deteriorate.
But Vincent stood up for you,
and that's why I called.
Thank you so much.
Ahh... Kuya?
Uh, please...
Please don't call me 'Kuya'.
Sorry.
But if ever you decide to visit...
They just have one request for you.
Uh, well...
It's just...
They want you to look "decent",
if you know what I mean?
I know.
Alright. I'll visit.
Even though I know,
that I'm not wanted there.
They don't want to see me.
Anyway, thanks again, Lally.
Bye.
Alright.
Why are you allowing
your son to play with girls' toys?
Surely you don't want your son to turn gay?!
I'm their father so this is MY problem.
I like the fact that he's in the academe.
Brains!
You're a perfect match.
You look so good together.
Ok, he's hot. Indeed.
But more than that,
we share the same interests, so...
It just might work.
Wonderful!
I don't want to be gay!
But I'm furious that I have to keep
pretending I'm normal for my family!
They're too much!
They really know his weakness!
They managed to bend my cousin to their will.
Why are you reacting this way?
They've been doing that since I was a child.
"Don't do this! Don't do that!"
"Be a man!"
"Don't be effeminate!"