✧ACE LEE✧
My brows furrow as I drive. We were supposed to head to her OB-Gynec appointment today, but instead, she ordered me to hunt down a banana tree—while she stayed home, saying her friends were coming over. Marian, Jezza, and even Christia.
I was so thrilled because I thought she was craving bananas, but it turns out I was wrong. She literally wanted a banana tree. It would’ve been fine if it was just any tree, but no—she wanted a bonsai version. I asked her what she planned to do with it—she said she wanted to see it every morning when she woke up.
I pulled over to the side of the road when I spotted a vendor selling various kinds of not-too-tall trees, like mango, avocado, sugar apple, soursop, and others. Next to them were some potted plants. "Do you have any banana trees for s
