"DEAR SANDRO,
Napanood ko yung vlog nyo ng tatay mo.
As in?
Limang ex na agad?
Luh. Pogi yarn?
May diperensya sa mata yung mga babaeng yun.
Sure ako.
From your 9th basher,
-Captain America.
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"Clarion, what were you doing with them?"
"Bakit mo sila kasama?"
My dad suddenly went inside my room without knocking.
"I work for Sandro, like he told you kanina."
I answered him habang nakatingin sa laptop ko.
"Well... stop working with him."
He commanded.
Napatigil naman ako and tumingin sa kanya.
"Why?"
I asked.
He didn't answer.
Parang naghahanap pa ng isasagot eh.
"Basta, do what I told you so!" He raised his voice then turned his back on me.
"I always do what you tell me what to do." Sumagot naman ako.
"What?"
"You're questioning me now?" Halata sa boses ni dad na galit sya.
"Yes! Kasi lahat na lang ng ginagawa ko, mali!"
"This is the one thing I am good at and you want me to stop?"
"You can't even give me a good reason why!"
"I am doing this for your own good--"
"Good? Huh... the last time I check si Libby ang pinakilala mong anak, so paanong nagiging "for my own good" 'to? "
"Okay... can we just calm down?"
Sumingit naman ang asawa nya.
She was tapping my dad's shoulder to stop him from getting mad.
"Pwede ba wag ka muna makisali dito?" I was annoyed by her.
"Clarion.. I am just trying to help--"
"Help? All you do is ruin our lives! Kayo ng anak mo na yan." I shouted.
"Clarion! Stop that!" My dad shouted.
"Of course kakampihan mo yang whore na yan at her daughter--"
I wasn't able to finish what I was saying.
Isang malakas na sampal ni dad ang nagpatigil sa akin.
BINABASA MO ANG
Dear Sandro
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