Ang napunit na Kontrata
“Supposed to be, I wanted to pursue the work you had.”
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing against the moonlight reflecting on the sea. “Hmm. But why didn't you?”
I shrugged, my gaze drifting to the waves. “Dreams... they change,” I whispered.
I still clearly remember back to grade school, when teachers asked about our dreams. I always said the same thing: My dad is building a house. When I grow up, I'll take the same path. I'll build one for him, for mom, for Kuya. And my teacher would smile proudly, as if my dream was inevitable.
Sikat na Kabanata