IT’S BEEN minutes since Kuya Zeke has been eyeing my wrist. Sa sobrang tagal, halos natunaw na ang lahat ng ice ng juice niya na hindi man lang niya maubos-ubos. I had been telling him for the past hours that I was fine and this was just a minor case of sprain, but he still remained unconvinced and suspicious. I shouldn’t even be surprised.
“Just be honest with me, Win. I promised I won’t hurt the asshole who did that.”
I doubt that. Boses pa lang niya, alam ko na kung ano ang tumatakbo sa isip niya. “You won’t be hurting anybody, kuya, because this was an accident. My fault, too, because I was clumsy kaya ‘to nangyari. So please, for the love of God, spare my wrist already,” frustrated na sabi ko. There are times that I feel lucky for having four dominant and protective brothers. And th
