When I'm in a part-time job as a Filipina waitress at the CEO's public restaurant, serving a well-done plate of lumpia but then out of nowhere, “ little miss blue orbs big chested uwu shy queen whose blonde hair that shines brighter than the sun and has a voice that could win the x factor auditions ” y/n starts crying because the food was a little salty and it reminded her of how her abusive sister used to cook for her when their parents abandoned them, the CEO runs to the restaurant so fast with a gaggle of Spanish employees beside him to show me a recreation of the colonization of my country's past















