The doors opened.
And there she was.
Jay.
Dressed in a soft pink dress, slightly oversized at the sleeves—
her fingers barely peeking out—
hair tied into a high ponytail that bounced lightly as she stepped in.
She looked—
fresh.
Soft.
Unbothered.
"…hi…" she said quietly.
Silence.
Everyone froze.
Because the person who disappeared for two months…
just walked in like she went out for a walk.
"JAY??"
"YOU JUST WALK IN LIKE THAT??"
"AFTER TWO MONTHS??"
"WITHOUT A SINGLE MESSAGE??"
Jay blinked slowly.
"…I came back fast…"
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!"
"…I didn't get lost…"
Kit turned around.
"…I need air…"
Kuya Angelo reached her in two steps.
Flick.
"OW—!"
Ear caught instantly.
"YOU LEFT."
"…I returned…"
"YOU DISAPPEARED."
"…I reappeared…"
"JAY."
"…present."
Silence.
Even he paused.
"…don't play with me."
"…I'm not playing…"
"…I AM."
Then—
everything changed.
Jay's eyes shifted.
Slowly.
Past everyone.
Toward the dining table.
And her eyes widened.
"…wait…"
The table was FULL.
Luncheon spread.
Fresh.
Hot.
🍗 Chicken🍚 Rice🐟 Fish curry🥗 Side dishes🧁 Muffins🍨 Ice cream
Jay gasped softly.
"…you made all this…"
Everyone froze.
"…for dinner—" Tita Gema started—
Too late.
Jay slipped out of Kuya Angelo's grip—
"HEY—"
—and ran straight to the table.
"…MINE."
She grabbed a plate.
Didn't wait.
Didn't sit properly.
Just—
started serving.
"…chicken…"
"…rice…"
"…this too…"
Pile.
After pile.
After pile.
"JAY—"
She ignored everything.
Took the first bite.
Paused.
Closed her eyes.
"…oh my god…"
Silence.
"…she's eating."
"…she's ACTUALLY eating."
"…WE'RE SCOLDING HER—"
"…she chose food…"
Jay looked up—
mouth slightly full—
"…you can continue…"
"WHAT??"
"…I'm listening…"
"…WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL??"
She nodded.
"…efficient…
"You LEFT for TWO MONTHS—"
Jay scooped rice.
"…mmh…"
"You DIDN'T CALL—"
"…chicken is good…"
"JAY."
"…compliment to chef…"
Tita Gema melted instantly.
"…she likes it…"
Kit:
"FOCUS PLEASE—"
Jay spotted the muffins.
"…dessert also here…"
She grabbed one—
then—
ice cream.
Stacked.
"…combo."
"YOU CAN'T EAT THAT—"
"…I already am…"
He grabbed her ear again.
"STOP EATING AND LISTEN."
"…no…"
"JAY."
"…if you don't leave my ear…"
Pause.
"…I will run with the food."
"…you won't."
"…watch me."
"…you can't even run properly."
"…I'll speed-walk."
MJ lost it.
"…I'm done…"
Jay turned toward him—
still holding food—
"…Kuya…"
Soft voice.
"…food will fall…"
He paused.
"…then don't hold it."
"…I want to hold it…"
Silence.
"…let go first…"
He let go.
She instantly took another bite.
"…thank you…"
Keifer walked forward.
Calm.
Dangerously calm.
"…you left."
Jay froze mid-bite.
Then slowly—
looked at him.
"…I came back…"
"…after two months."
"…with food."
"…that's not yours."
"…it is now…"
She stepped closer—
holding both a muffin and spoon—
then grabbed his sleeve.
"…don't be mad…"
Then lifted the spoon slightly—
"…eat?"
Silence.
Kit:
"…THIS IS UNFAIR—"
Kuya Angelo grabbed her wrist again.
She flinched.
Everything stopped.
"…you're injured."
Jay froze.
"…small…"
"This is WORSE."
"…upgrade…"
"JAY."
"…downgrade…"
She slowly sat down.
Plate still in hand.
Then—
hugged it slightly.
"…I'm hungry…"
Soft.
"…scold after…"
Pause.
"…please…"
Her ponytail shifted as she tilted her head.
Eyes softer.
Tired.
Still eating slowly.
Tita Gema:
"…let her eat first…"
Her mom:
"…then we talk…"
Kuya Angelo:
"…we are NOT done."
Jay nodded quickly—
"…okay…"
Then added—
"…but food first…"
She disappeared for two months.
Came back injured.
Got surrounded.
Got scolded.
And still—
in a pink dress—
with a bouncing ponytail—
holding a plate full of food—
Jay did the impossible again—
she turned anger into chaos—
scolding into background noise—
and walked straight into the house—
not like someone who left—
but like someone who never stopped belonging there.