“Okay. Next. Let’s listen to your position, Miss Evergreen. Step on the riser and begin…” instructed Miss Hally.
“Ahem- ahem!” Cara paused for twenty seconds for a pensive effect. She looked at each of her classmates’ foreheads – the area close to where eyebrows furrow. After a lungful of breath intake, stated: Continue reading “The Position of Cara Evergreen Who Can’t Do Anything”
It’s a Friday. Papa finally arrived from Hawaii. It’s just nice a feeling to have him back home. It’s as if we lost him for a long, long time. Continue reading “Happy Kick of Endorphins”
“I just could not,” was my laconic reply to Papa when he asked me years ago, why I didn’t tell on Mrs. B*****. “I would’ve had a word with her,” he asserted.
Continue reading “I Didn’t Tell on Mrs. B***** Who Chewed Peanuts”
Her voice is like the sound of the Flute – velvety smooth, warm, and full, like one glass of fresh creamy milk.
Continue reading “The Sound of Milk & Honey”
“It makes you smart – reading, that is,” she said. “You will gain something that others will never have.” I did not know hitherto what that “something” was, but I promised that I will read nonetheless. Continue reading The Night Reader
Unopened boxes are mysteries. At least to me, they are. There is a promise waiting inside – a promise of happiness or disappointment. It’s like magic waiting to happen… waiting for the proper revelation. The right person opens boxes; I am one of the right persons. Continue reading “Aunt Reim’s Box of Mystery”
I had the best notebooks in the world. My eight-year-old eyes could attest to that. They were filled with stories of my childhood – stories that are real and stories that are made-up. Continue reading “Beautiful Notebooks”
I believe it is sometimes easy for other people from other homelands to bully a Filipino. Continue reading “Beauties Who Were Bullies”
I never get bored. I don’t get bored even if I try to get bored. How do you get bored if your brain is still working? Can’t you imagine and think, at least?
Continue reading “I Never Get Bored”
Mommy Finger, Mommy Finger,
Where are you?
Here I am, here I am.
How do you do?” Continue reading “The Toddler Who Refused”