After their scrumptious lunch and refreshing dessert, Marcel and Miguel continued their bickering as they made their way to their villa.
“Are you sure they are going to be okay in one villa?” Aya asked.
“Don’t worry about them. It’s just like Papa is arguing with himself, so they would go on and on and then get tired of it.” Milagros told her.
“And among us, his children, Miguel is the best version of Papa. They are alike in so many ways that one knows what the other one wants.” Maricris added and Aya sighed.
“I hope they won’t be gouging each other’s eyes.” She mumbled.
“We hope not.”
Then they look at Aya.
“The sun is not that hot anymore, why don’t you go swimming? Your cousins are going to swim now.” Milagros said.
Aya looked at her and smiled.
“Maybe later.” She answered.
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