Mama-Approved Flower Boy

So the young lady called me up today. It was around eight in the morning in Los Angeles and eleven-ish in Maryland. The delegates will fly to Korea today after a few days stay in California since Saturday. We talked about what we've been doing while she was away and she also shared about the hotel she stayed in and so on and so forth. Then...

Me: Unya naay flower boy sa grupo? (So is there a flower boy in the group?)

..and what I meant by flower boy is a pretty boy.

She: Naa. (There is.)
Me: ((( NAA?! ))) (THERE IS?!)

Hahahaha. I sounded so much more excited than she was. No wonder after reading Yna's short story published in Fiction Press years ago, the people who know me personally asked me if I am the mother in her literary work.

No, it was not me according to my author daughter. Jill's mother is a fictitious character. (Read Girls, Boys, and Other Enigmas here written by Yna)

I can't believe my ears. She usually answers me "Not really!" whenever I ask her this question, whether when she's in summer camp, in high school, and even in college

So, I had to ask her a link of his Facebook page. Of course, I want to see this so called flower boy for myself.

...and...

Oh M to the most powerful G!

He is a flower boy indeed! A mama-approved flower boy. I am sorry though for I can not share the link in this post, and not even a tinee-tiny photo.


Note: Please don't misunderstand. I asked her so she answered honestly. This does not mean anything. I just have to explain this based on some private feedbacks I got about this post.