“Jan..”
“O?”
“Buko juice, o..”
“[slurp]“
My father and I already reconciled through a buko juice [yes..you've read it right]. He offered me a glass and we seated together on the dining table. We drank off ’til the last drop [naks..nomo?! haha]. I couldn’t believe it would happen. It might sound simple pero ganun talaga yung nangyari. I feel more okay than before. No more burdens for me.
Buko juice–our pride. We [my father and i] already knocked it down.
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Speaking about Ethel Carlo, I already found him through my cousin’s account. I have just invited him on Friendster. Yipee!
