"Thank God, Miss Delia. I'm glad to hear that." Auntie Yara's smile widened after I told her about Dr. Ryan's indirect proposal three days ago.
"Do you think what I did was right or wrong?" I finally confided in Auntie Yara. I feel more comfortable talking to her because she's more caring and can give me good advice or suggestions. Perhaps her much greater life experience makes her wiser in dealing with problems.
"If you say it's wrong, not really. If it's right, it shouldn't be like that." Auntie Yara's vague answer made me squint.
"I don't understand, Auntie. Don't play with words, it just gives me a headache, Auntie," I grumbled while sipping the warm coffee she made.
The middle-aged woman sitting next to me just grinned sheepishly.
"Here's the thing, Miss Delia. It's better if you
