I’ll tell you about Jerome. Though I’m not sure of his name.
He was my classmate back in preparatory school.
He was the first boy that I punched in the face inside the van, the school’s service car.
When he bullied my brother, Paolo.
I wrestled with him, even though he was much more bigger than me.
I was not afraid of him, since I don’t like my brother to be bullied. Haha!
Or maybe, I should have let Paolo fought with him na lang.
Sayang ang beauty and energy ko. Haha!