PROLOGUE
330 Words
TALIA SHIEL CARTERSVILLE POINT OF VIEW
"Talia, do you really need all of this bags?" hindi pa ding makapaniwalang usal ni Sofia or just call her Sof.
Inis ko s'yang tiningnan, why so paulit-ulit ba?
"I already told you before Sof, I need all the colors! I can't just buy one color," I said and rolled my eyes. Why she can't understand?
"And why is that?" she asked again! For the nth time! I'm starting to make irritated na to her.
I look back at her and shrugged my shoulders, "Well, if I wore a red dress and I only have a pink bag to pair with my dress, I'll be frustrated. Look, if I only buy one color, I won't pair it with a different color."
I just hope she understands that now! I mean, I explained it to her very clearly, right?
She shook her head, still not getting it.
"You have plenty of designer bags already," she reasoned out. Are we really going to argue the whole day about this kind of stuff?
"Plenty? What do you mean plenty?" I asked while checking every corner of the designer bags that I bought. I'll return it if there's at least a single scratch.
"My god! You got hundreds of bags!" she's freaking out. She's exaggerated.
"You're wrong Sof. I only got ninety-eight designer bags," I corrected her and she just make buntong hininga. What's wrong with her? She's not like that naman.
"You know what, there's a lot of people out there who need the money that you spent just for your bags Talia," aniya na nakapag pakuno't sa noo ko. "Binebenta mo yung ibang bags mo pag ayaw mo na, pero sa mga kagaya mong mayayaman lang din ibinebenta. Then after selling your old bags, you're going to buy new again. Kayo-kayo lang ding mayayaman ang nag tutulungan, bakit hindi mo subukang mag donate?"
I don't understand what she said. That's so deep.
"English please?"
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-KLV
- Writer
