Dear sibling,
How have you been spending your first pay? I say spend it all on something lavish and I’ll answer for the rest of your expenses until your next wage.
I can only assume how you feel about the board examination result. I am not happy of course. I am not sad either. I understand.
I rang up the night before day-1 of the examinations. We went on and on cracking old jokes. Then you mustered your courage to tell manong Bry that someone broke your heart—your first time.
I can tell as you blether hate, anger and hope that you’re in a flat spin. I can feel through each sob, you’re smashed to smithereens.
Your phone line's end is flooded with tears.
You tried haplessly to put into words your pain.
You told me it’s unfair and then asked me why?
Hey, you didn’t tell me there’s someone there to cause all these in the first place.
No sibling, I don’t grasp it no more than you do. Love is messy. Sorry, but that’s the best I can come up with. At any rate Manong will be here to help at every turn.
Sibling, hang on there. The raining and pouring shall end.
I’ll remain,
Manong Bry
17 January 2007
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