mama: alam mo naman, pa, pano ang bunganga ko. malakas lang ako magsalita, at dire-diretso na parang armalite. tagal na tayong mag-asawa, di ka pa nasanay? (you know how my mouth works. i'm really loud and when i talk, it's like an armalite. after how many years of being married to me, shouldn't you have been used to it already?)
papa: alam ko naman yun, mama. kaya nga parang music na sya pag naririnig ko, eh. (i know that, mama. that is why it's already like music to my ears when i hear you like that.)
--yeah, my parents.
the bright and the dark hues of my life
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