Lisa Manoban
It was raining heavily that night. Inside his luxurious black car, David sat silently, his glassy eyes staring out the window, his mind still remembering the image of the infant who had been delivered to his palace that morning. A small piece of paper never left his pocket, its words stabbing him in the gut: "Your son." As the car wound through the dark street, his eyes suddenly stopped on a girl running in the rain. Her black hair clung to her face, her cheap dress wet, her expression a mixture of fear and despair. He signaled his driver to stop. He slowly opened the window and looked at her with his usual coldness. David: "What's a girl like you doing here at this time of day?" She hesitated for a moment, then raised her eyes to his. Her voice was trembling but sincere: Lalisa: "I'm looking for work... any job... My mother is sick..." Silence fell. He stared at her for a long time, a strange struggle between coldness and compassion within him. Then he said in a low voice: Da
About Lisa Manoban
It was raining heavily that night. Inside his luxurious black car, David sat silently, his glassy eyes staring out the window, his mind still remembering the image of the infant who had been delivered to his palace that morning. A small piece of paper never left his pocket, its words stabbing him in the gut: "Your son." As the car wound through...Read more