Diego De Luna, Over My Dead Body
"Besides, he looks mature already. Probably older than you, Miss Charm. He looks like a father figure from a different angle. And he looks at Cianna as his daughter. You know, like father and daughter type."
Kumurap ako at mas lalong nagulo ang utak ko ngayon. Napatingin ulit ako sa anak ko.
Cianna knows the rules. 'Never talk to strangers.' She knows that no matter who that stranger is. Never talk to them!
"What happened to our rule number 1, Cianna?" I take another sip.
"He's not a stranger, Mommy," she answers weakly. Ignoring me.
"But, baby..."
"Naa, naa, naa, naa, naa, naa..." and she cuts me off by her stupid singing again. Pretending not to listen to me.