"How's my dear Dolliedy? Have you received my email yesterday? Uncle Reily asked Karla with much apprehension as if he's not well informed of her niece's current tribulation. He could sense the anxiety wrapping her body and the least he could do was embraced her... put his hand over her shoulder.
Karla was soundless... immobile. Uncle Reily made a quick glance to Mama Gee.
"Let's have some beach house party in Grilla. I want their grilled specialties with wine pairing." Uncle Reily cheerfully suggested where to dine. "The restaurant is at the corner of Rockwell Drive. I'm sure you will like the beach-inspired setting like Boracay."
"Wherever you want Reily. I am too hungry to think of a place farther from here. That would be fine." Mama Gee replied.
My daughter, Lizette who will be a teenager this November
and Patricia, my niece who just turned 11 last March
tried to commute for the first time.
They have to do it on their own and learn the lessons of being independent.
Teaching them to be responsible for themselves is part of letting them grow up normally
but with our proper guidance, of course.
They rode a jeepney going to school but with an escort around...
Papa Charlie went with the two young ladies,
just taking an eye on them.
But, seems like it's a trial only
and they are not yet ready
for a taste of something new.
They will still be on the same school service on Monday.
Well. sooner or later... they will learn how to do it.
And when the time comes that
they have the courage to do it...
we may be having some headaches
whether we like it or not.