"Why are we always here po?" I asked our driver. He always goes here before going to school or every time whenever we go out.
"Kasi masarap ang mga pandesal nila rito, hindi mo ba nagustuhan hijo?" I shook my head and continue eating the bread.
It's tasty and I think I do have my favorite bread! But what caught my attention is the girl was smiling and dancing while she was facing the mirror. I open the window so I could see her properly. I was watch her silently the way she moved her body is so smooth and the way her ponytail moved along with her body. She gazed at me and suddenly she stopped as her face turns red.
Cute.
We go there almost every day and every day she looks cuter the way she styles her hair. Until I find myself learning to dance. I think she inspires me to love dancing.
Sometimes I caught her staring at me but she will avoid it when I stared back at her. I want her to be my friend badly but I'm too shy to go out. But something bad happens. I was confined in a hospital because my stomach hurt every day.
"You're the reason why my son's here in the hospital!" my mother pointed at our driver. I was sorry for him because my mom blamed her. Manong bowed his head and tears drop from his eyes.
"Sorry po, ma'am."
"If you didn't bring my son to that cheap bakery, he wouldn't be here!" my mom shouted.
That's not the reason why my stomach hurt every day! It's the expired chocolate I ate! And the bakery is not cheap!
"Therese stop it." Dad suppressed mom.
"Get out and don't ever come again, you're fired!" Manong nodded and quietly walked out of the room.
"Mom..." I called her. She hurriedly come and check if I was fine. That day mom sent me to the US and decided that I will be staying there for good. I don't want to go I want to stay here but I don't have a choice I love my mother and I will do everything she will say.
I socialize and decided to join a dance group. But when I turn 21 I decided to live independently. I already tried going to a bar, having flings, and winning multiple competitions. Yes, I enrolled in dancing groups and I'm loving dancing as much as how I loved it before. I became a coach here and our group is well-known here.
I was browsing on my cellphone when I saw a post from my followers. It was a group picture—but what caught my attention is the girl who was wearing a white crop top and black pants. She's smiling and holding their trophy.
This girl is very familiar. So I check the tag and gotcha I saw her name.
'Plavin Daem Sanchel'
Plavin huh?
"Man, welcome back!" Chris bumped his shoulder into mine. As soon as I arrived at the airport I headed straight to my friend's condo. I decided to go back home because I miss my parents they barely visit me in the US.
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