MONIQUE
“So, when do we tell them about us? Before, during, or after dinner?” Anika anxiously asked while we were sitting on their couch since Tita Nikka told us to wait and relax here in the living room because she’s still not done with our dinner. The others were with her in the kitchen because they said that they wanted to watch her cook their favorite baked macaroni. So, it’s just the two of us here.
I’ve been telling her to stop panicking because everything’s gonna be fine, but she’s still anxious. I was also trying to tell her for quite some time that her parents already knew about us, but she’s always interrupting me, so I just decided to stop trying.
“It’s your call. But like what I’ve told you for how many times, they will still love you and thet will understand everything.”
