March 29, 2015
I remember an afternoon during elementary involving me, chocolate ice cream on stick, and a stranger. My service was parked by the school gate waiting for other students to take home, and I was eating my sweet treat with my head and arms poking out of the jeepney window so as not to mess up my uniform. It was messy, all right, and my face was smeared with chocolate. Then an adult passed by and tsk-tsked to my face. I responded by licking my ice cream the most dramatic way I could. I want that cheeky little girl back.