THE days passed quickly. Clark and I had nothing to say. I often catch him looking at me but I dinededma.
It's still the same shift and maybe that's better. I still don't want to talk to him.
"Sissy, are the invitations for your wedding okay? Daddy and mommy Clara are going home one day. I would have shown them the copy non," said sister Zaira as we approached the table.
"Not yet." I don't feel like answering.
We are complete.
Kuya Zoilo, sister Zaira, me and Clark.
It is remarkable that the two of us did not notice and our brothers and sisters definitely noticed us.
"Bro, daddy's manager came here earlier. You're the one looking." I turned to Clark with a look of astonishment on his face.
"Why?"
"I don't know," replied the older brother. "He left his calling card. Here." T
