He stepped out of the room after a while, wearing his favourite suit, frowning.
“What’s the matter, dad?”, I asked, placing my hand on his back.
“I don’t know, you think she would like it?”, he still kept his worried look on.
I led him out to the living room as the sunshine filled the space.
“She’s been gone for a few years now, but I’m…[Read more]
I miss the central fountain at our childhood home. Me and my cousins would gather around during weekends. Reading, painting, singing, choreographing dances, and perhaps just soaking our feet in the water. Under the sun, we would talk about our future and our ideal prince charming. Those were the good old days.