“BELLA, I want to marry you when we turned eighteen. I will marry you someday.”
I was just six and if I’m not mistaken, she’s four. She’s playing her Barbie doll and I can’t help but to stared at her beautiful eyes.
“Hell no! I’m not going to marry you. I want to marry a prince charming and you are not a prince charming, never will be.”
Tears formed in my eyes as I heard those words from her. Agad akong umupo sa ibaba ng puno, yumuko, niyakap ang tuhod at umiyak. I’ve been crying for I don’t know how long until someone came.
“Tantan, why are you crying?”
“Go away! I want to be alone!” I was taken aback when she hit my head.
“Did you just shout?”
“K-Karma, N-No. I’m sorry.”
“I’m being a friend here, stupid! Now if you don’t want me to, just rot!”
“I-I’m sorry. I... I’m just sad b
