"Galit ka ba?" he asked in his most innocent tone as I took my clothes.
"Badtrip ako sayo." I said with a hint of annoyance. I checked my phone.
I sent a message, "Happy birthday sa kuya kong mahal. Mwuah."
I got scared. Statistics kept running through my mind.
Beep. My phone lit. 1 message received.
"Salamat. Mahal na mahal na mahal ko po ang nagiisa kong bunso. Mwuaaaahug," the message read.
The guilt crept in.
Maybe this is a part of me I was not aware of. Maybe my ideals are far from who I am and what I do. Ideals may define a person but it will all boil down to one‘s decision. The sad thing is I‘m not liking this. I‘m an amalgam of both ends of extremes, the other end I have recently discovered and yet to know more.