Saturday morning and I feel better than yesterday. I stretched out before going out of my room and check our breakfast. I saw my brother preparing breakfast at the kitchen.
"Good morning kuya,"
"Good morning. Chocolate or strawberry?" He asked while transferring one crepe from the pan to a plate.
I smiled, "Strawberry, ofcourse."
He chuckled before he drizzled strawberry syrup on my favorite breakfast of all time, crepes! He can only cook our breakfast during weekends because he goes to work very early in the morning, sometimes we don't even see each other in a day. He's such a workaholic person.
"One yummy breakfast for my princess," He set the plate infront of me. "And here's your milk." He winked at me.
"Thank you kuya." I took a bite of my crepe and chewed it as I watch my brothe
