“You know, it’s perfect timing—Marta’s looking for help at the market. You can work there, if you’re not too sensitive about the smell of fish,” Aling Ida said with a warm smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll be there, and so will Alma. It won’t be too hard for you.”
“Thank you so much,” Gigi replied shyly.
Aling Ida smiled kindly and guided her toward the living room. Her grandson Anton trailed behind them.
“The market’s fun, Ate Gi! You won’t feel lonely there!” Anton chirped. Ever since he learned her real name, he’d never stopped calling her by it.
“You and that mouth of yours, you say the strangest things sometimes!” his grandmother scolded, shooting him a look. She clearly didn’t like him mentioning anything about loneliness.
Anton scratched his head, a little embarrassed. He had no idea w
