Stanfield
I GLANCED AT my wristwatch, still hesitating if I should head home by now or… what. Naramdaman ko ang pagtapik sa balikat ko kaya napalingon ako.
“Going home? Or you still have a night out to attend to?” my dad asked with disfavor on his face.
Hindi ako umimik sa sinabi ni papa.
“Constantino, hayaan mo na ang anak mo,” usal ni mama sa marahan na boses nang makalapit sa amin.
“Hanggang diyan na lang ba ang buhay mo, Stan? Hanggang diyan na lang ba ang pangarap mo? Is that what your definition of success and life?” pang-uuyam ni papa.
I closed the open door of my car, we just finish dining together with my relatives inside the house and we aren’t still finish at my father’s rant about my lifestyle. Dito sila sa amin mamalagi ng ilang araw upang mapaghandaan ang nalalapit n
