Flirting with life (part 2)
She’s a brat, you see, and even in that state, we knew she would do anything to get what she wanted. And so we went to the mall. Continue reading Flirting with life (part 2)
She’s a brat, you see, and even in that state, we knew she would do anything to get what she wanted. And so we went to the mall. Continue reading Flirting with life (part 2)
“I got scared, Ninang,” her son told me on our way to the hospital that morning. “Daddy was panicking last night because Mommy didn’t want to wake up.” Continue reading Flirting with life (part 1)