Bedtime Stories Filipino ((exclusive)) Page

Suddenly, the golden arch began to shimmer. It wasn't paint anymore; it was a bridge. The tiny dots became twinkling stars.

Tumingin si Maya sa garapon. Ito ay kumikinang. Isinawsaw niya ang kanyang daliri sa gintong alikabok at nagpinta siya sa langit na unti-unti nang gumagalaw.

Even if mixing English, sprinkle in Tagalog: bedtime stories filipino

Sa ibaba, sa barangay, tumingala ang mga magsasaka. "Tingnan niyo!" sigaw nila. "Isang tulay ng liwanag! Makikita na natin ang daan pauwi!"

Before Maya could say thank you, the old woman vanished like the morning mist. Suddenly, the golden arch began to shimmer

"The sky is too beautiful," she would sigh, wiping her hands on her worn sayo (dress). "I cannot catch its magic."

Bago pa makapagsalita si Maya, biglang nawala ang matandang babae tila usok. Tumingin si Maya sa garapon

Every day, Maya would try to paint the sky. But she was never satisfied.