“Si Asha, Vie,” sabi nito. Agad na kumunot ang noo ko sa sagot niya. “Are you sure, mommy?” I asked again. Her smile widened and she nodded, confirming her answer. Hindi pa rin ako makapaniwala roon.
“But why?” I asked with that whiny sound every young girl makes. “Ah-uh, Vie. We don’t make that sound here,” she immediately scolded me. Tinakpan ko ang bibig ko ng mga kamay ko at bumulong ng, “Sorry.”
Pinagpatuloy ni mama ang p*******i sa buhok ko. Nandito kami ngayon sa sala at hinihintay namin ang pagbabalik nina kuya at papa mula sa pagbili ng pagkain namin. I wanted to go but mom said it’s not a place for me.
“But why her, mommy?” I asked again. This time, I avoided the childish voice that I used earlier. My mom hates that sound so much, especially around her creations. She thinks th
