"Erin, come on! Make it fast, you're wasting our time." My sister’s voice echoed from downstairs, sharp and dramatic — as always. "Yes, coming!" I shouted back, hastily pulling on my sweater with one arm while reaching for my small purse with the other. Why does she always have to act like we’re catching a flight to Mars? "God, mahuhuli tayo sa flight natin dahil sa ’yo!" Here we go again — her fourth time shouting the same thing, probably with even more volume now. Honestly, I don’t know if she wants me to move faster or just ruin my eardrums. "Iiwan na talaga kita, Zephyrine! Ang bagal mo talaga kumilos!" At this point, she was practically vibrating with frustration downstairs. So finally, with a dramatic sigh, I descended like the burdened little sister I was born to be. She was already pacing near the front door, checking her watch like she was waiting for a job interview — not a domestic flight. We were en route to the airport, and yet Ate Zaf hadn’t calmed down. Not even
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