Through the sobbing and tears earlier this evening, I had no other choice but to fulfill my promises. I sent the daughter of the stroke victim an FB message and made a proposal to help her and my Auntie Aida in Manila. I know it would be workable deal.
But the fat blob wants to go abroad and be a caretaker. The twist of fate would have it as: The mother had a stroke. Let’s see how good a caretaker that women will be. God knows. I told Maw that people deserve their fate — the poor would suffer the state of homeless, starvation and hopelessness while the rich would suffer mental illness and bodily dysmophic disease and get unnecessary plastic/reconstructive surgeries.
Since most Filipinos are impoverished and knowing that the fat blob works three times a week, the compensation would not be enough to support a disabled mother an abusive brother Rico and stupid children. And knowing how obese we American have become, I had to take action based on my conscious — thought late and clueless for one month since the stroke one month ago!
It didn’t feel right that Paw was NOT cooperative. It didn’t feel right the boy was NOT sensitive. It didn’t feel right that the youngest sister of Maw would pass on soon without medication. It didn’t feel right that Nalen and Angielynne and the other ungrateful Jeprox thugs living in the Bay Area would not help. Plus, they too disregard my family and me.
I had to intervene on the old woman’s behalf. I had every intention of taking care of my poor relatives but now I see how futile those thoughts have become. Maw’s failing health would be too much for her to go home and take care of the only surviving sibling. And her sentiments for being left all alone without support from ungrateful demon seeds was too much for me to witness.
So to Pete, TPTB and pals: Go to hell.
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