His hands were like his, short, pudgy and his fingers too, are chubby... His smile, his eyes and his eyebrows. Except for the nose, he was a dead ringer of him. And how could you possibly have felt fear at the thought of your first encounter?
Because he may not like you. And this is one of the few...because you never really cared if someone you just met will like you or not.
At first he was just sneaking glances from his seat.And then he started talking to you, cautious at first and then casually. He agreed that you're pretty. Or he was just being polite.
When his papa called him, "son", you felt funny. That was the first time you've seen him as such. And when you searched for the word, no adjective was glove-fit enough for the funny feeling you just felt. He was very concerned when his papa was talking to the soldier, because he was in traffic violation of some sort. His questions were not dumb but still child-like.
When his mom called, he said that you were there and he made the teasing sound"yihee"....Then followed it up with a "It's okay that you're here with me and papa, Mil-Anne. It's not a problem that you're with us," Pretty straightforward, right?
Over two slices of pizza, he remarked on something silly and yet you over analyzed on what he just said. Could it be that he wanted me out of his Papa's life with that remark or was he just being a kid with (sometimes) silly thoughts? Nevertheless, just like his father, he is smart and honest.
At the end of the day, with your tired eyes and aching legs, he waved at you and happily jumps off the car and said, "Bye bye Tita Mil-Anne!"
And I replied, "See you later!"
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