But I didn’t close the mattress anymore.
Instead, I put it all in one box.
I figured that when Michael got home, we would have to talk about everything.
Two days later, my phone rang.
Yes, Miguel.
“Anna, I’ll be home to-night,” she said.
This Is Your Tree.
“Okay. I have something to prepare for dinner.”
I had a strange feeling in my chest as I waited for him to come home.
That night, I heard the sound of a knock on the door.
Pumasok si Miguel.
Looks tired.
She smiled when she saw me.
“Miss in Miss Kita.”
He came over to give me a hug.
But before he could do that, I said:
“Miguel… We need to talk.”
Suddenly, he fell silent.
He seemed to know.
He slowly sat down on the sofa.
“Ana… “Am I going to go with your son?”
Tumango ako.
He didn’t look at me.
He was just stunned.
“I’m sorry if I lied to you.”
I approached.
The letter was placed on the table in front of him.
“Binasa ko.”
He looked up slowly.
by easy-and-delicious-recipes.arbweb.info
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