ALICE
A cold car air-conditioner that smells like pollution, vehicles rushing from each other’s, and people lining up at the side of the street to wait for the jeepney. That is how I will describe the busy morning. It's barely nine in the morning but our barangay terminal can't seem to get its rest from the long queue of passengers.
I also feel the same way. Binagalan ko na nga ang kilos ko para lang hindi maabutan ang mahabang pila ng 7 am sa terminal but, obviously, may pila pa rin.
"Ya, hindi ka na ba talaga masasapian ng anghel?" tanong ko kay Kuya Allan.
Nakisakay kasi ulit ako sa kanya hanggang terminal ng jeepney.
"Sige na, Alice bumaba ka na baka ako naman ang ma-late sa kabagalan mo," mandar niya habang nakatingin sa relo ng kanyang dashboard.
"Ang damot naman nito," I
