NIGHT. INT. Bedroom

Mia: (rehashing what she just learned previously) tita det’s a doctor?

me: yup, she’s a doctor.

Mia: no, she’s not a doctor, she’s good na.

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i really regret bringing mia to World Citi to be confined (about 2 years ago). all her hands and feet got ‘experimented’ on because they couldn’t get the IV inserted right. i know it’s a challenge to do that to a crying baby but doctors at St. Luke’s weren’t as unsuccessful. at WC it was the nurse who did the insertion, and though i don’t want to discriminate, you get the picture.

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me: but doctors are good too!

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hay, trauma. she even remembers the ‘tusok’ (puncture) whenever we pass by the WC building which is near our house. she recounts, with matching facial expression, how she got injected on and all that.