I was about to go out of the car when Tita Amira immediately opened the door of the backseat and went inside. I slowly closed the door of the shotgun seat because it seems like I'll stay seated here.
"Gael? Come on, let's go!" Tita Amira said in an enthusiastic tone.
Gael looked at his mom on the back through the rearview mirror with his forehead creased but never uttered a single word and maneuvered the car to go.
"Uh... Thank you for inviting me for dinner, Tita," I said after a while.
"This won't top compared before where my son would always have a meal in your house," Tita Amira said.
I smiled and chuckled a little, reminiscing those good old days.
Gael cleared his throat before glancing at his Mom through the rearview mirror again. He was obviously embarrassed about it whe
