CALL ME, KUYA! (English)
He knows our house anyway.
“Thank you, Unique. We don’t know how to thank you because you’re the one supporting us now, you and your mother.” My father said again, blaming himself.
“Papa, one more word like that, and I’ll work even harder, just you wait.” I threatened, making him frown.
“Sorry, I just can’t help it. Don’t worry, when I’m better, I’ll make it up to you and your mother.”
“Oh, papa, don’t worry about those things. You always make it up to us, especially before your accident. You worked so hard back then.” My mother said while listing the night’s balut earnings in a small notebook.
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