One afternoon at home...
INDIE : Mommy, I want to go home—
ME : You're home baby.
INDIE : No, I want to go home to Balayan.
ME : Why?
INDIE : I want to go home to Inay's house. I want to sleep there. I don't like na here.
ME : Why? Are you not happy here?
INDIE : (Nods her head emphatically.)
ME : Why? Tell Mommy.
INDIE : Because Papa is mad at me.
Today's generation is far more advanced than ours it seems. When it occurred to me to run away from home, I was a teenager with angst in my heart. And here's my little girl, sans angst — I would like to believe — but already with big plans of leaving home. At the very young age of three.
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