The next day I woke up at my usual waking time. After getting ready, there was a knock on the door as my name was called. Kuya Peejay. I immediately opened the door for him and went out. I was carrying the gym bag with the stuff I bought yesterday while he was carrying his guitar. We went down to the kitchen together. Kuya Jaypee’s there. Having coffee while reading the newspaper. He looked at us as soon as he noticed our entrance. He placed his cup on the table once sipping some coffee.
"Breakfast is ready," he said. "Eat something before you go."
We nodded and sat down. The breakfast consists mostly of pancakes. There are some bottles of jams and butter too. We started eating.
"Kuya," I called Kuya Peejay. "Do you like that strawberry jam?"
He frowned and shook his head.
"I don’t ea
