“I knew it!” Leila said abruptly and pointed her forefinger at the painting hanging on the wall. The painting she saw as Marga’s background when they talked a while ago on facetime.
I chuckled. As I crossed my arms, all of our visitors’ eyes turned to look at me, including Marga’s, and my first instinct was to avoid their stares. I was sure that they would say something I would not mind, but that wasn’t the case for Marga. So, I wouldn’t meet their gazes for them not to say anything.
Bryan, Leila’s husband, and my closest non-relative, but I considered as a brother, plopped on my couch comfortably. He even spread out his arms on the back of the sofa and cleared his throat. Ang akala ko ay siya ang pinaka kalmado tungkol sa nalaman nila sa aming dalawa ni Marga, ngunit pagkatapos ni ate
