I was scrapping in my laptop, with the iPod glued to my ears, singing softly (I thought) to MYMP. We were in the same position as we are whenever we bond at night (Husband and I).

I was singing to the highest tune when I saw Edil scratch his head. I look to his direction and we both start laughing so loud.

It reminded me of my Dad and I whenever Im at their place. I bum around his office desk and late at night, while he is playing cards (in the computer) and I’m doing usual work, he would play his music comprising from the 60s-80s. Id sing along and then he would hold my hand.

“Sige anak, kaya mo yan, iiyak mo na lang.”