Exactly 2 months ago
I came from a 16 hours shift, with 5 hours sleep. still gloomy about the scars I got when i contracted chicken pox right after 3 kings.
I was home, in my room trying, with great effort, to clean my nails and at the same time watching some show on TV.
My kid sister arrived, Mom called us both in her room. Blurted out- casually- that I need to purchase a round trip ticket from Dumaguete to Legazpi for our dad's 17 year old kid from some lady. Just like that. like it was a non news.
The funny part was, I looked passive, said " give me the CC, i'll buy the tickets later after my nails are done" and then i walked back to my room.
An hour later, Julien went in my room, looked at me and said " ate, are you aware your nails are bleeding?" and stared at me. I was like " umm is it bleeding?! fuck it is!" because I've been unconsciously rubbing and nipping it without paying attention.
And then I said, "did I hear mama right, She said that DAD got a 17 years old girl pregnant?!" and Julien was like " no stupid! we have a 17 years old sister somewhere in Dumaguete! no wonder you didn't notice your nails bleeding, you were day dreaming! lol"
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