“She walks in beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies.” I just read the first two lines of this poem titled She Walks in Beauty when I got interrupted by a continuous knock on my door.
“And all that’s best of dark and bright. Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light. Which heaven to gaudy day denies.” I just ignored it and continue to what I am doing. Pero hindi na bumalik ang interest ko sa pagbabasa nang hindi tumigil ang kumakatok sa labas.
I have no choice but to put down the book, got up from my bed and most especially open the door unwillingly.
“What?” I greeted my father in a dry tone.
Yes, he is the one behind the door.
“I need you downstairs, anak. Parating na ang mommy mo, hindi ka man lang ba sasalubong?”
I almost roll m
