"What time is it, Dad?"
"It's still dark, young man,"
"But it's always dark, Dad."
It was a starry starry night after all.
"That's a shooting star, Eric. Make a wish," his dad mumbled.
"I wish I can teleport in my bed right now. I'm sleepy," blinking his eight-year-old but-still-unused eyes.
BINABASA MO ANG
Nanofiction
Short Storyantolohiya ng mga dagli mga salitang nabingwit sa karagatan ng kahirapan.
