They spot me walking in Greenhills and they call out to me and we talk in a very polite and grownup way about our so-called lives.
"How's teaching?"
"How's photography?"
"What's it like being the operations manager of google? Manlibre ka naman."
I see Daddy at my far right make a gesture of impatience so I turn to him and say, "Daddy, maybe you can go ahead? I'll just stand and talk here a bit."
We wait until Daddy is out of sight before we burst out laughing and stop the grownup bullshit. And as if to acknowledge how ridiculous we've been acting they tickle me and punch each other and they take turns stroking my hair and then I take a step to hug either one of them but I stop myself because I realize it's important who I hug first and I'm not ready to make that kind of weird decision now.
These two boys. Look at them. Who would've predicted they'd turn out so nicely and we would all stand around and make bullshit small talk.
They sense my aborted embrace. Then to solve matters, David, always the pragmatic one, takes a step back and Teejay, beautiful Teejay, hugs me and whirls me like he does in my dreams.
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