Kuya Galaxy

Chapter Three

"Hi, Kuya Kris! What are you doing?" I asked Kuya Kris when I saw him at the living room, painting something...

"I'm being an artist here, little fella." Kuya Kris answered, as he dip his paint brush at the paint.

"Oh, really? Can I see it?" I asked him as I make my way towards him.

"Of course." Kuya Kris answered, so I took a peek at his painting.

"Oh, this is amazing Kuya Kris. Is this a stuff elephant? Why do it have a moustache?" I asked him as I get a better view of the painting.

"It's not an elephant. It's a dragon." Kuya Kris answered, while he painted the background of the elephant.

"It is an elephant, Kuya Kris. Look, he's fat." I said again, as I pointed the stomach of the drawing.

"It's a dragon okay? Why will I draw an elephant, Shane? It’s so uncool to a guy like me." he replied to me.

"Is it? Oh, sorry." I answered, giving him a peace sign.

"Had you eaten already, kid?" He asked me, as he dip the paint brush at the color blue.

"Yes. I ate pancakes with chocolate syrup." I answered, while looking at his house. I made an 'o' as I saw the ceiling of his house.

"Your house is amazing, Kuya Kris." I said to him.

"Thanks. I'm happy that you like it." Kuya Kris answered, as he put down his paint brush.

"You're done already?" I asked him, as I peeked again at his work. It’s really finished! He just nodded. His painting's background is also galaxy.

"This is amazing, Kuya Kris! Can I take this home? Please." I said, pleading to him.

"Of course. I'll give it to you as a gift." Kuya Kris answered, as he pack his things.

"Yehey! Thank you Kuya Kris! I'll show this to Mom!" I said, as I clap. Kuya Kris smiled, exposing his white teeth, and his gums.

"But let us wait for the painting to be dry. For now, come with me, we will eat." Kuya Kris offered me his hand, and I take it, then smiled.

I'll have a collection of pretty drawings again! Yehey!

He let me sit at the high chair that is at his kitchen counter, and he prepared a sandwich.

"You're not eating pancakes or rice, Kuya Kris?" I asked him, as I watched him spread the sandwich spread.

"Eating pancakes and rice is not my style." Kuya Kris answered, then he laughed.

"Why not?! They are all delicious and healthy!" I answered, pouting.

"Because, that’s not my style." He said again, and grinned.

"Then, what's your style? Oppa Gangnam Style?" I asked him seriously, He suddenly looked at me with wide eyes. What? I'm just asking if that is his style.

"What are you saying, kid? Hahaha. It's not my style, it’s a music that is made by Psy." Kuya Kris answered as he shook his head, smiling, then he toast his bread.

"Is that a song? I just heard it from my Dad. I don't know that it’s a song." I answered, shrugging.

"Hahaha. You're so funny and adorabe kid. I like you, already." Kuya Kris answered, as he prepared milk.