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— H O O R —

. . .

I come downstairs while my husband is behind, busy with I don't know what. I don't even care.

I catch a glimpse of Ryan and he smiles at me the moment his eyes fall on me. "Chachi!" He utters, waving his hand at me. He got ready so early in the morning. Wow!

(Aunt)

I went to him and gave him a hug as he was waiting for me with his arms wide open. As we part, he says, "You're so cool!" He grins at me.

"And so you do, little champ!" I pinch his nose gently, unlike his Chacha (Uncle) who doesn't even let him breathe. Savage Uncle!

He giggles adorably. "I came to see you. Mama said we'll be leaving late. Maybe after you catch your flight. So I got ready to come to bid you goodbye," he completes himself, standing proudly. He even spoke like a man, not like a kid. How adorable this boy is!

"How thoughtful of you," I say, planting a kiss on his cheek. My lipstick isn't ruined, don't worry.

"I am," he wiggles his eyebrows, complimenting himself when we hear a loud scof