TWENTY-SEVEN
TWENTY-SEVEN: Trauma Nagising ako dahil sa alarm clock ko, umupo lang muna ako bago pinatay yung alarm. I’m still adjusting because of the jetlag. Inayos ko ang higa ng kambal at kinumutan sila. Nagsuklay muna ako buhok ko bago bumaba sa living room. So weird. Dati mas maagang nagigising si Kuya Caleb sa akin ah. Oh geez. I should stop calling him Kuya because I don’t like the consequence. Pumunta ako sa kitchen and naghalungkat sa kitchen to look for something to cook para sa breakfast. Is that guy even going here? Parang di siya umuuwi since the stocks are mostly expired since four to five months ago. I heaved a sigh and rolled my eys irritatedly while closing the fridge. I combed my hair using my hand out of frustration. Gosh! How could I forgot na that lazy guy doesn’t go to
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