He asked me to fixed his laptop, which he doesn’t use often but his sister does. I saw some pictures of his family. Brothers. Sisters. Nephews. Nieces. Cousins. They were eating at a resto. Some pics were on the temple.
Then something hit me…what if we’re public…and we went out together with his family. I would stand out, I would really feel out-of-place…alone, maybe?
They’re all chinitos and chinitas. I have big black eyes.
They’re mestizas. I’m morena.
They all speak Chinese. I don’t.
They look rich. I’m jologs.
Isa lang ang lamang ko. Gandang pinay…
You know, we may have many differences. But I know that one thing keeps us from falling apart. One little thing called love. I love you.