In A Name : Rosemarie

    "The End of the day is beautiful" said i, not looking at my sister.

    Looking up from her 'Alice in Wonderland', "What oneesan?" she answered, stressing the fact that she knew how to speak Japanese already.

    "Never mind" my existentialist thoughts really shouldn't be said to my 9-going-on-10 sister. i looked away from the window and let my gaze fall onto the photograph i had been holding.

    My sister noticed and she looked at it over my shoulder. "Who's this?"

    "That was us in second year" i answered, my voice becoming dull. "The teacher in Filipino called up Rosenda, Rosario and Rosemarie, beause of some soap opera."

    She giggled, remembering the soap opera i was talking about. "Which one were you?"

    "Rosemarie"

    She laughed aloud but i stood there, holding the picture.

    i was shaking.

    "Rosemarie" i repeated, tears streaming down my cheeks.

    -The End-

Note : My FIlipino teacher really called me and my three friends from my sophomore year after the triplets in one of the Filipino Soap operas because we got stuck together always in his class and never listened to him.