CHAPTER 10

Life is like a painting in an art exhibition. Some may find it as a masterpiece and some may find it as an ordinary form of art.

But for me life is an art that can be delusional or realistic. Delusional in way that people intends to convince themselves that something good in their life will soon to happen. And realistic on a part that delusory truth of thier imaginations will slap them really hard as it could be.

I'm now looking at the panoplied green land where playing of golf take place.

And I'm simply wearing a white sando and ripped jeans with a white cap. Abbi on the other side is wearing a sports attire.

"Subukan mo ring mag laro Hope, may trainor naman for beginners."

"Tsk. Ayaw ko napaka boring kaya ng larong 'yan." I scoffed.

She's holding a golf club on her hand while leaning on the metal railings.

"Medyo boring nga siya pero stress reliever ni Dad eh kaya sinamahan ko na."

"Samahan mo na ro'n dahil wala ka namang map