Little Annika
My cousin Annika was a very makulit kid. Her mother enrolled her in a gymnastics class, but she didn’t like it. Every session, she would run away from the gym, and her poor teacher had to chase after her or else she might hit the streets and get run over by a car.
When we went to the mall, my mother would give me the responsibility of taking care of Annika. I’d hold her hand really tight because I knew what she would do once we’d get inside the mall. I knew she would try to wriggle her hand out of mine. I’d try to hold on, but I’d fail. I’d chase her around the mall saying, “Annika, Annika, come back here.”
For more articles about my awesome family, click on these links:
- Annika’s Childhood Crush
- Ja and Annika: The Violent Little Kids
- A Childhood in Batangas: Eating Mangoes
- A Childhood in Batangas: My Wound is Bigger than Yours, Belat
- Juancho Threw a Rock at Me
- Juancho the Little Indian Giver
- My Mother’s Top Five Weird Habits
- Finding Jaja
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