How beautiful she looks. Every time she passes by, I cannot help but look. And everyday she has a new dress. She almost always does not repeat her dresses in two weeks. How I adore how she looks.

Ahh… One day I am going to walk her home. I am slowly getting hooked with the grace, with the beauty. She must be a daughter of a rich man. She looks elegant.

(A week passed. In a squatter’s area where he was doing a community service.)

Wha..? That girl from the school. Why is she here? She’s doing a community service, too? I am going to follow her. She’s not even beautiful, she must be down-to-earth doing these humble acts of service.

(In front of a shanty.)

“Were you able to get money, mother?”

“I haven’t gone to Mrs. Fuentes yet, daughter.”

“What? I have to buy that dress. You have to go to her tonight and tell her you need the money.”

What is this? I was fooled by a fake.