As usual, Leyla woke up extremely early. She started off her day by neatly folding her blanket and tidying up her entire room. Waiting for the clock to strike three, she started to make herself a toast to snack on. Part of her daily routine is to wait for her father's call at three A. M.
"Sopas, mukhang favorite nga talaga niya," she whispered to herself and giggled. Just thinking of cooking for him, it makes her ecstatic and giddy. Yesterday was a scary episode. It it something that she could never forget, "I hope he's doing better."
At the exact time that she's expecting, her laptop started ringing. She skipped her way to the couch to answer the call, "Pa, hello!" she happily said.
"Hello Ayasya, how are you doing?"
"I'm doing good Papa, there is nothing-" she was about to tell him
