“You sure you don’t need any help?” Kuya Peejay asked me as I put the last box of my stuff inside the car’s trunk. I looked at him and nodded.
“I’m sure I can get around,” I replied. He placed his arm around my shoulder.
“Look who’s acting so tough,” he teased me. “Your New Yorker attitude won’t shake me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Kuya, I’m not a kid anymore,” I complained. “You don’t need to babysit me.”
“I just want to make sure,” he replied before he stepped away from me. “Plus, I want to visit Montecillo, too.”
“Well, all right,” I finally gave in. “But you drive.”
I threw the key for him to catch it. His reflexes are fast that’s why it was no big deal for him. I got in the passenger’s seat and waited for him. He started to drive the car.
“Kuya,” I called.
“Hmm?”
“Do you have the t
