Dear Sabine, After your ballet recital, you went back to the stage with that bouquet to take a bow. You were hugging the flowers close to you like a babe in swaddling clothes. You looked more perfect with it in your arms. There’s a stuffed toy that comes with it. We just gave it to you when we boarded the car (It’s a cat we named “Snowbelle.”)
The bouquet of colorful flowers of spring is from Holland Tulips. The “tulip” in the wrapper is predominantly… tangerine-- Not exactly the color of integrity these days. So I asked the florist to make sure that it gets tied together by a big yellow ribbon. When we went to TagKawayan (TK) the following day, we brought along your bouquet, Sabine. Your Mom removed the ribbon and tied it to the top of the van.
I swear to God, if she murmurs Noynoy’s name in her sleep I’d hunt him down and break that sonamagun in half with my bare hands.
