Last Friday, I decided to be a good "ate" and fetched my sister Hannah from her dorm at DLSU-Dasma where she is now taking up Nursing. I was kind of glad seeing how my sister is living her college life- simple and, well, college like judging from the way her dorm room looks:
Carrying her very heavy duffel bag of dirty clothes and underwear, we took the fx ride on the way to SM Southmall to buy her much needed Algebra book. Since the fx was nearly full, we were forced to sit at the back together with a couple who is showing what is to be a perfect examle of the term PDA (public display of affection). The girl was pretty, with long curly hair and tons of makeup. The guy was, well..... SO, there we were, all in that crampy, long fx ride. My sister was nudging me once in a while because apparently, the couple's PDAing were extending beyond their supposed fx territory.
"Get a room!" I whispered
Then memories of my adolescent, hormone active years suddenly made a flash back. That's when I thought, "ahihi, it's not nice pala!".
Now, my being a good sister consumed me.
- What if 134 fx rides from now, my sister will be in the same seat PDAing with some guy I don't know?
- What if Harriet, whose only use for a cellphone is for it's camera and to send lousy jokes to us, would text sweet somethings to someone till the wee hours of the morning?
- What if Hannah suddenly chooses not to have us fetch her from school because "may maghahatid na"? Or worse, what if she chooses to go home once in a blue moon na lang?
- What if Skye, who's now suffering from Oedipus Complex, suddenly says that I'm not his girlfriend nor crush anymore?
- What if the time would come that in filling the blanks, my son would put "e" instead of "i" in the word s_x?
- What if...............?
That's where my what if's ended. I was snoring a few seconds later.
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