The first thing that pulled me back from sleep wasn't the sunlight or the sound of footsteps—it was the smell of coffee.
My lips curved into a sleepy smile as consciousness settled in.
"Good morning po. Ang bango naman niyan, Manang Esther." I stretched my arms upward and yawned then a drowsy smile tugged at my lips.
She giggled and placed the tray on top of the bedside table. "Good morning, iha. Pasensya na mukhang naistorbo ko yata ang pagtulog mo."
I shook my head. "Hindi naman po, Manang. Okay lang po yun. Kailangan ko talaga gumising ng maaga dahil gusto ko na umalis sa kwarto ng masungit niyong amo. Mahirap na kung madadatnan pa niya ako rito. Isa pa, kwarto niya ito. Hindi dapat ako narito."
"Bakit? Nag-bangayan na naman ba kayo kagabi?"
I pouted, thinking about what he said l
