"Mom, can I go to the garden?" He said while eyeing the bunch of roses outside with a full grimace.
"No," his mother said blantly.
"But, momma? I'll just try my wings there!"
"And what? Be killed by their processed rubber? No, you can't just- those are blac-" then a flying rubber landed to them.
BINABASA MO ANG
Nanofiction
Short Storyantolohiya ng mga dagli mga salitang nabingwit sa karagatan ng kahirapan.
