I came home this morning, the usual, 3 A.M. As usual, my father opened the door for me, with a slight tinge of irritation. He then lit a cigarette and sat down on the living room.
Pa, pahingi akong yosi.
Kumuha ka diyan sa table.
I took a stick, lit it, and said, Sa Sunday na ako bababa. Sunday ng madaling araw, para ‘di sumabay sa traffic ng mga
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