Franco
I WAS PLAYING with the keys of my car on my fingers while walking on the hallway, heading on our garden area. Ousitde the house. I whistled when I saw my mom sitting on hour wooden patio chair with the tea on her side. Nilapitan ko siya at hinalikan sa pisngi.
“Did something good happened?” she assumed and raised her left eyebrow.
I puckered my lips and shook my head.
“Masama na ba ang maging masaya, ma?” biro ko at umupo sa tabi niya.
“You don’t visit here without occasions.” Seryoso ang mukha niya at masama ang timpla. The contradict of my emotions and how I feel.
Binaba ng maid ang kape para sa akin. Sinulyapan ko lamang iyun bago muling binalik ang mga mata kay mama na tila iritado.
“Did you talk to your father?” she asked.
I sipped the coffee and put it back unde
