I sit patiently at the cafe wherein I and Rosalita last met each other- I look down to my phone to see the conversation we had. We planned to meet by 4pm- but that's the thing with Rosalita, she's either be too early especially for airport flights, or she'll be super late for appointments.
I chuckled as I sipped down on the mango shake I ordered this cafe was coincidentally a Filipino authentic cafe, which why Rosalita was here.
This was why I arrived 30 minutes late, something my mother- also started to adapt back when they arranged to meet.
A few minutes later, the cafe door opened- the jingled of ornaments sounded as I looked behind. She was smiling ch checkily her wrinkly eyes still look kind.
"Viro!" she exclaimed as she opened her arms for a hug- I embraced her tightly, her s
