"Naalala mo noong ginulat mo ang buong klase?" Kumunot ang nuo ko sa sinabi nito.
"Grade 11. Senior High School," tama, naalala ko na.
"Ano 'to?" Tinignan ko ang uniporme na nasa ibabaw ng kama ko. A white uniform with a small squared pocket on the left side chest with a logo in it, grade eleven. Tapos skirt na below the knee, kulay maroon. May pares din ng puting medyas at itim na sapatos. I gulped.
"You're not going to states anymore. Wear your uniform and go to school." I looked at the person who entered my room, it was dad.
"I'm sorry anak. Masyado ako naging masamang ama sayo para maging mabuting ama sa anak ng asawa ko." I looked at him straight.
"You don't have to," at tinignan ang piggy bank na nasa ibabaw ng mesa ko.
"NOHS is a public school I don't have to spend a hug
