n my younger years, I remembered a girl who confessed her feelings to me. She wrote a love letter in a pink paper. I remembered how embarrassing it was.
"Jasper, hindi kita pinalaking ganyan!" I was disturbed by mom's raging voice. Hindi siya pinansin ng kapatid ko at dire-diretsyong lumabas ng pinto.
Napahawak si mom sa kanyang sentido at hinilot iyon. Nagmadali akong kumuha ng tubig at nilapitan siya.
"Thanks, anak." My mom smiled at me.
Sobrang ayaw ko kapag sinusuway ng mga kapatid ko ang mama namin. She may not be the perfect mom but I love her. Ano nanaman kaya ang problema ngayon?
"He refused to marry the girl." My mom told me, I can see the disappoinment in her eyes. "You know, I'm doing this for your futures, anak!"
I nodded before hugging her. My mom wants
