Earnestly, I staffed the store yesterday morning to give time for my father to take a bath in the house (he thinks the bathroom at the unoccupied room beside the store and my aunt’s house is too whiffy). And that’s actually how he wanted it to be: He opens the store in the morning and I man it for him few minutes before I go to school, just for him to have time to take a bath in the house before lunch.
I arrived in my bicycle and he was just too glad to see me offering myself, little did he know that I needed
to do that. And as soon as he went out of sight, I’ve collected a few paper bills from his counter, just enough for me to get to school and back. I’ve already decided not to have lunch because I know how karma will get me, so I had to sacrifice a little bit to lessen the guilt and the punishment I must face.
I don’t actually do this on a regular basis (except for some petty coins) but this time, I needed to do it and I feel so bad that I had to. I’m beginning to think Jules was right after all, I am and I haven’t been a good son.
I am so mean.