Chapter ElevenCaesar Salad
romaine lettuce
croutons
Mama’s thin figure
On a school day, in the middle of the week, I’m on my bed leafing through textbooks when Mama barges into my room to tell me we’re eating out. She goes to my closet and pulls out a top and a pair of jeans, and hands them to me.
“I’ll see you in five,” Mama says. “Go. Get dressed, sweetie.”
I check the clock on my nightstand and it’s 6:30 in the evening. It’s all so random but I get dressed anyway because it’s not every day that Mama treats us out. On my way down the stairs, I see Kuya on the sofa, already waiting for me. I ask Kuya what’s going on with my eyes, head tilted towards Mama, and he just shrugs.
Mama drives us to the restaurant, the name of which she refuses to tell us, telling us along the way that on
