I left Summer at home at Bulacan and went to the office. Our house was just around 5minutes walk from the office.
After an hour at the office, my cellphone's battery died. I called home to ask them to send my charger to the office. Summer, my 2yr old baby, answered the phone. She was crying at the top of her lungs, saying 'Mama, carry! Carry!' huh?! How can I carry her when we were at the phone. I cannot talk to her yaya since she refused to give the phone to anyone and would just like to keep on crying carry.
My mom, whose house is next to ours, heard Summer crying, cannot call my house since the line was busy, called me at the other line. When she learned the story, she sent Summer to the office.
And Summer lived happily ever after.
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