Mama

It was 3am and i was restless. I found her trying out Papa's already torn plaid polo and baggy pants. It all made her looking like some tropical penguin. Only there's no tux, just buttonholes and shimmering belts on the side. She packed her bag with cookie krinkles, flashlights that doubles as cigar lighter and paper trails of money loans.

Her Lucca Bossi did justice to the room, obliterating the smell of cat poo and overcooked french toast. I told her she looked funny. She then shrugs me off with a nasty comment about my lack of hygiene and slammed the door in my face.

I hesitated to knock so i went outside.

I found Auntie Charles and my chest at gunpoint. She laughed saying it was for the lone surviving rat in her house. Her last resort. We talked for a while and pulled trigger a couple times trying to fill the basket with pellets before deciding to watch Leatherheads all over again.

An hour have passed and i resolved my boredom by knocking and twisting the knob, only to find out she double locked. It only meant she's stacking her money. That, or she's trying to figure out if which breast is bigger.

So i finally laid there, Pipi Poopip at my feet and the urgent necessity to sleep.

I was still half asleep when she left. But i still remember her wearing Papa's torn clothes and a goofy hat to hide her bad haircut.



She lets me break the dishes and still loves me. Thank you Ma :)