“There were,” you tried to mentally count your companions when you visited the Land of the Rising Sun, “six of us.”
We laughed. “Wow! Your sister’s not that big!” We bursted laughing again.
You shook your head, “I mean five.” We looked at you for confirmation, You only have three sisters. “Our eldest brought her plus one.”
There was silence then a flurry of do-you-approve-of-him questions and I don’t knows. “She’s indecisive,” you exasperatedly ended the interrogation. “Smart people are indecisive.”
It hit me. “Bobo ba ako?” Am I stupid?
And then you guys laughed.
(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)