It was midday on a typical Sunday. I was seated in a lousy position on my swivel chair at the remote corner of our living room (let's pretend we have a huge house) holding a red pen on my hand. On the computer table (yes, computer table but there ain't any PC at all but atop is a printer) are test papers.Well, you've guessed it right. I'm checking test papers.
Then my son came home from his to and fro routine (friend's house back to our house) to drink water or if not to get orders from his ice pop business (now ice cream stick). He took a bottle of water from the fridge. Took a huge gulp. Paused a while. And asked.
"Kapoy mag teacher, ma?" (Is it tiring to be a teacher, ma?)Instead of answering the question, I asked him another. "Why do you ask?"
"Dili ko ganahan kapoyon ka." (I don't want to see you stressed out.), he said.
Isn't that the sweetest thing?
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