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It was when Desiree was half stabbing, half cutting the slice of bread in front of her. She just finished meeting another guy her mother wanted her to meet and it felt like torture, that was from her point of view of course.

'So,' Mrs. Co started and inched closer to her daughter who was sitting across from her. 'How was your date yesterday? Did you and Eddy have lots of things in common?'

She sighed, put down her fork, and told her, 'Mom, I had enough of this.'

The kitchen walls echoed her words and left her mother speechless while she slowly rose and made her way out of the house.

Desiree ran away from home. Kind of.

She had planned this, she was almost too excited to go to the date earlier that Mrs. Co thought she was finally seeing the whole picture she kept on showing her but, boy, little this mother knew that her daughter made a deal with herself that after the sixteenth, that's correct, the sixteenth blind date she set her up to, Desiree would take a short break to let her realize that she shouldn't butt in too much with her love life.

She hailed a ride to the bus terminal going to Baguio but added another stop to get her things from the company locker assigned to her. The sky was clear that specific Tuesday morning made her satisfied and guilty at the same time.

Sure, her mother just wanted her to find someone and naturally date them but she wanted her to date the sons of her friends. They didn't have a company to save, an arranged marriage to deal with, but Mrs. Co could win a Ms. Sunshine award. As a result, Desiree had to meet at least a guy or two every three months.

'But baby,' she recalled her saying, 'you are already 23. Three years from now, you will be 26, and isn't that a little late to start getting to know someone?'

She massaged her frowning eyebrows to relax as 'baby' and 'too old' used in a statement bothered her. She dismissed the thoughts and pulled out her phone to double-check the things that she would need in this sweet little escapade.

Food, check. Money, check. Books, check. Clothes, check. Her phone would be left inside the company's locker so her mother wouldn't contact and ask her to go home. She didn't hate her mother, she was just tired.

Her filed leave was for two weeks, this was the first time she used the paid vacation leaves her company offers so it had been considered approved even before submitting it to her supervisors. She also scheduled an email to be sent to her best friend, Avah, on Friday.

'Hey, potato. I know by now that my parents have contacted you lots of times but tell them not to worry as I'm just in Baguio and I would be back next week. Love, Ree,' she read.

Right after she gathered all her things she boarded the bus scheduled at three that afternoon. She had checked the SNS accounts of her parents' friend, trying to find something about the summerhouse she was about to go to. She saw a recent picture, posted by a mom of the guy she once met, that showed the exact cottage she remembers.

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