multi-masking

A few weeks earlier I was pissed off at my dad for telling us that he’ll be sending us a balikbayan box with Lacoste stuff while making a big deal out of sending money for my mom’s chemo. I even got more pissed upon seeing the contents when it finally came. Tomato-red sneaks and a Ferrari red polo shirt. I just needed a cap, and bam! I’m a split-skilled saleslady for Lacoste, Total, Caltex, and whatever red-themed company/consignment you can think of.

It’s not that I’m ungrateful. I just feel it’s bad timing — is it just me or isn’t my mother’s chemotherapy more important?

So I was seething mad — until I heard that Lorie’s dad died. When Joye and I kept her company that Sunday night, I just felt so guilty. Whatever he does, no matter how much of a prick (pardon the term) he is lately, he is still my dad.

I wore the tomatine shoes to work Monday night.

I’m sorry, Daddy. I love you.