Chapter 11: Substitute

The paintings on our wall made me feel ecstatic. I smile as I watch one of our longest maids here. She's old, yes. But still managing to serve us. My eyes found her staring at me. The freckles on her eyes as she smiled at me made me wondered for something.

Can I saw my parents still living with that age? I sighed for a moment. I don't know why that suddenly entered my mind. But the thought of that sent chills on me. I don't want to think about it, but it's too good that someday you'll be practical to accept things you didn't want. I sighed.

"How are you hija..." her voice was always soothing.

I smiled sweetly. "I'm fine, La."

"How was your vacation?" I asked nonchalantly. 

"It's still the same." she chuckled. 

"I rested somehow," she added.

I nodded and approached her completely. My eyes then glided at the painting she's cleanin