I raised my head for a brief second to read the shop's familiar name above the glass front door. It says, "Lucky Shop". I've been here before, and it wasn't by chance, and it's a memory I'd rather forget. Yet it came back when I realized I wasn't alone here.
With a soft breeze in my hair, a figure came to a standstill next to me. But I focused on watching my father's footsteps as he walked right into the shop, leaving the two of us outside.
"You're not coming in?" I was startled by a voice. I didn't look at him, but I know he's keeping an eye on Dad, too.
"Dito na lang siguro ako," I responded in my usual bland tone. I heard him sigh.
"But your father may seek your assistance. I doubt he has a sense of style when it comes to jewelry. Why not help him?" he tried to persuade me. I had to remind myself not to roll my eyes at him.
