Demetri
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"Dem, tulungan mo kaya kami dito."
I pretended I didn't hear her.
I had my headphones in my ears.
But the volume isn't that loud.
"Demetri!"
I stood up straight quickly.
I took the plastic bag that my Mom is handing out to me.
Here we are somewhere in Tondo Manila.
Giving food packs to the people.
I don't know why this place is so dear to my father.
People here call her 'Boss D'.
Our employees call her 'YM' or young master.
I don't know why and how it happened that she have several nicknames but I grew up hearing it.
Yes.
I grew up going in this place once or twice a year.
It's a tradition of my family.
We are giving them aides like money and food.
I am okay with us being generous to the needy.
What I despise is that I also have to be here.
Me and my twin our identical physically.
But Devon, my brother got the charity of our DNA, he also loves making them smile as we hand them the food packs.
I don't like their smell.
I don't like the way they look at us.
I don't like the way they worship us.
It's like we are demi gods who climbed down from the heavens and have come to answer their prayers.
Don't get me wrong.
I am not a bad person.
It's just that I am not the social one.
I know that I am lucky.
I love that we enjoy this life with privileges that others only dreamed of.
But we don't act like princes.
