HIS FAVOURITE ROSE

Masaya kong tinitignan ang bawat halaman sa garden ni Mommy nang biglang mahagip ng isang kamay ko ang tinik sa paborito kong rosas. "Gosh" I whispered as I look at my finger. "Dione Rose" Someone called my name which made me turn my head. It was mom. "Yes?" "Our Visitors are here. I'll introduce you to their son so you can be playmates" My face turned bright. "I would love that Mommy!" I excitedly jumped out of joy. I love meeting new people. I actually have tons of friends in school. Mas lalong lumawak ang ngiti ko nang makita ang bulto nila. "Hello po" I waved my hand at them. Sabay sabay na lumingon ang tatlo naming bisita. Ang babae na sa tingin ko ay kaibigan ni mommy ay may maamong mukha habang ang lalaki naman ay may pagka suplado which I think, the child inherited. Supladong tumingin sa akin ang batang lalaki. "Tss" "Wow, your daughter is so beautiful, Diane" Ngumiti si Mommy at bahagya namang natawa si Daddy "Syempre kanino pa nga ba mag mamana?" Daddy said. "She's not even that pretty" The boy my age suddenly interrupted. My jaw literally fell when i heard that. That's mean. He's rude, I don't like him. "Thorn, stop with that kind of attitude" His Dad lectured him. After a while, we all started eating. Mommy, Daddy and the visitors are now talking about business. I'm silently eating my food. Wala akong alam sa pinag uusapan nila. I'm just 10 years old and Mommy always tell me not to interrupt. I ate the last piece in my plate. Pagkatapos kong kumain ay dahan dahan akonv bumababa sa upuan. I noticed that the kid Thorn is now on his way to the garden. With my little footsteps, I followed him. He sat beside my favourite flower and he harshly picked it up. For the second time around, My jaw dropped. What is he doing? Before he could do another stupidity, I madly called his name. "Thorn Montenegro! What are you doing with my Rose?!" He turned his head to me. He left out a laugh before throwing the rose away. "No wonder why it is also ugly" His words were short but sharp. I stormed off angrily. That is the first time I felt insulted. I was always the favourite one, but that boy made me feel the other way around. That day, I promised to myself that I will never talk to him again. I promised to my young self that I will always be mad at him. But when I entered senior high school, I felt something strange. It's unexplainable but one thing is for sure, that my anger towards him is slowly melting together with the walls I built when we were younger.