"There he is!" Sivan pointed at his Father, Esquivar dela Torre. The brilliant mind behind the Emancipation of the Damned that I've been wanting to see in person for years now but couldn't because it's already sold.
I should have visited his exhibit four years ago.
The eight years old Sivan run to his Papa as if it's his first time to see him even if they were together earlier this morning.
"Did you bring what I asked you?" he asked to Ivar so casually. Ivar the revealed a bunch of hydrangeas tied together with a red ribbon. Sivan took the flower from Ivar's hand and handed it to him.
"Happy Birthday Teacher Adi." I leveled with his height and give him a tight hug before I accepted the flower.
"Mama Ruth told me once that the hydrangea represents gratitude, grace and beauty. Ther
