Lucianda Solero
I WOKE UP from the noise in the kitchen. Naglakad ako palabas ng kuwarto at naabutan para tignan kung ano ang nangyayari at tila tunog nagtatalo ang ingay. Napahinto ako nang maabutan doon ang mag-ama.
“She likes sweets. She won’t eat a pancake without syrup, baby.”
Kunot nuo at napanganga ako sa gulo sa naabutan sa kusina. I know Alejandro can do the cooking and has always been an organizer of many things. Ngunit katulad ko, hindi ganun si Chia. Magulo siya pagdating sa kusina at mukhang hinahayaan ito ni Alejandro.
“No. Mommy doesn’t want syrup on her pancakes, she would rather eat strawberry and blueberries on the top of her pancakes.” Siguradong umiling si Chia habang nakanguso. Crossed arms standing on the chair I customized for her. “Remove it,” usal pa nito at
