In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Pens and Pencils.”
I can’t recall the last time that I wrote anything substantive by hand. The most recent “writings”have been done electronically via my smartphone, my preferred method of communication.
At 0616 a.m. this morning, I received an email from my maternal first cousin. I replied to her email at 0937 a.m. via my smartphone.
This was after eating breakfast at McDonald’s. My parents and I ordered three Big Breakfasts with three senior coffees. Mom took home her extra coffee and leftover pancakes.
Anyway, Mom’s youngest and only sibling is dying from chronic kidney failure and diabetes. My auntie complained of stomach aches, would not eat or drink, and couldn’t stand up or sit at the terrace overlooking people.
I sensed that the old woman forgot to eat and drink because of senility and the effects of the stroke, which left one side of her body paralyze.
Rico, her son, probably the main caretaker of the old woman, complained that her excrement is broken like rat, dark and disgusting. I think she’s bleeding from lack of sustenance and neglect.
I believe that’s how the old town takes case of their sick and dying. She’s in the cheap hospital for rooms at 750 pesos per day. We will suggest to let her go and forgo treatment because the Philippine system is so corrupt.
We are waiting for the email reply. I complained to Dad that this family of thieves are milking Mom because she’s the older sister. We don’t know if the monies are being used to care for the old woman.
You know how it goes. Give monies to the intended parties and the recipients of the funds end up enjoying the benefits stolen. Sounds familiar, dudes?
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