RECOGNITION: Star Apple Awardee of the Purple Apple Awards
"Apo," she begins, calling me a grandchild in their native language. "Do you know what are those?" she queried, pointing at the thing growing in the salty waters.
"Yes, mangroves," I simply answered.
"I really feel bad for her."
"Huh? Her?" I exclaimed, currently facing her who is now sitting beside me.
"Yes," she softly answered with sad glint in her eyes, looking at the sinking sun between mountains from the the other island.
"What do you mean?"
Then she faces me, giving the look I certainly know of.