Celine's POV
"Baby, nasa office pa kami ni Papa. Have you eaten your dinner na ba?" tanong ni Mama sa kabilang linya ng telepono nang ibigay sa 'kin ni Yaya Wela ang aparato.
"Yes, Mama. Yaya made me eat the vegetable kanina. She said you'll be angry if I don't eat it," tugon ko naman gamit ang matinis at maliit kong boses. Nakaupo ako sa malaking sofa namin at nakaangat ang mga paa mula sa sahig na de-tiles.
"Well, that's what I told Yaya so that you'll eat your meal. And besides, I cooked those vegetables earlier today. I would be very sad if you wouldn't eat them," she replied.
I heard my own giggle turning into an echo as the image slowly started to fade away.
Another image of my parents showed up. It was their time to go home.
Unang sumakay si Papa sa driver's seat. Sumunod nama
