bakya

how i do look? she asked.

she is wearing a simple-cut, long-sleeved, turquoise blouse which only heightens her white complexion. then we paired it with a matching gypsy-like skirt which covered her waist down to her legs revealing only her feet and heels. on her wrist is an aquamarine bracelet which was given to her by my sister. a pair of dangling cerulean earrings accentuates her tiny ears which looked so evident with her new bob haircut.

you look so beautiful. wear these so it'll be perfect. i answered.

i handed her a pair of sandals.

she took the sandals and then she smiled at me.

i think you'll get cold there so wrap this around you. 

of course i need not tell her that. she knew exactly what to do with the moss green shawl.

she looked into the full-length mirror and turned around with delight. from left to right she moved her head to see the pretty earrings sparkle. she lifted one of her feet to examine the fit of the sandal. then she nodded with affirmation.

we need to go now. we don't want to be late for the birthday. i never intended to ruin the moment but i had to.

birthday? i thought we're going to the dance? she replied.

we will dance there of course. i assured her. have i mentioned before that my lola is the dancing queen?

i took her hand and escorted her out of her room. she managed to take a last glance at herself thanks to the living room mirror. we were about to go out of the front door when she paused and stared at me,

thank you for the bakya. i love them.

to be honest, i was not the one who bought the sandals but who cares, for now i'll let her hold on to the thought that they were from me.