Chapter VII
We walked to Asilo to ride a jeepney going to Talamban. One thing I always remember when I'm riding a jeep is the history of the places, establishment that we passed by. Para dili ka duka-on ug ma-bored. There were no fly over that time yet.
We dropped by at the hill-foot of Family Park where the entrance is located. A hike from the gate to the ticket booth. P10.00 each, that was the first time na ako siya gi-libre. And that was our first time too to enter family park. Honestly.
The fresh air, woooohhhh. Soothing and relaxing. The smell of the deer dung was like riding through a country side where you see carabao, cows and goats.
By the way, back to the story.
She won't let me hold her hands in public places. That was a challenge for me.
To be continued.
manglaba sa ko ha.