You are already so special to me...
That kept resounding in my mind since fewer than few people consider me significant for them.
Only sister Nida, my foster father Reynaldo, Gabriella, and Bobby considered me special for them, so it was refreshing to hear that word in others.
I was unknowingly staring at her.
"OMG, Terry. You're blushing! How cute!" she laughed with how amused she was with my reaction.
I blinked excessively than I immediately drank the icy juice I was holding in embarrassment. I felt the stinging pain in my throat, but I didn't stop drinking until emptying the glass.
"So now, it's your turn to share your story," she said, obviously excited to hear something about my life. "You can type it there in your phone. I'm willing to read it even you type a novel."
I put the empty glass on a vacant part of the swing next to me, then looked at my phone for a few seconds wondering if I would tell her or not.
