My dad said he would drive Ina and I to the jeepney stop. It started to rain, so we decided to wait a while. The rain stopped, we headed out, got stuck in traffic, the rain thundered down murderously, we were running out of gas, we made a u-turn and headed home, but home was flooding right outside, so we parked in the village right beside ours, getting very wet in our non-airconditioned car. We ate the sandwiches we packed and used up the towels and sat for what seemed like hours, then headed home, which was a few meters away the whole time.
I changed into dry clothes and here I am, blogging.
I bought a drink the other day and the cashier’s name was -get this- “Tresha”; last week I heard Hands Down on the radio; a friend stroked my arm the same way you used to; no one here even knows I used to eat slow. I miss you.