i try to run after this maria clara. she was all different now you know. all different from the the long dressed girl i know decades ago.
she eats pizza...
she drinks beer more than i can take...
been out till the wee hours of the morning...
argue wiht her father...
she runs so wild... carefree...
don't even know how to fry eggs...
wears something that exposes even the soul... i dont know
she beats boys...
kick trash cans...
laugh out loud...
smoke under the security cam...
but still she was the one who gaves birth.. same as isis capable of being a mother and a barren one. being a virgin and a prostitute at times...
my nanay is an evolved maria clara... far from the maria clara i know before... she works hard... shouts out loud... but still she loves as a mother the same love she can give decades ago... just the same... just the same...
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