Phew! Posted at 4:58 PM 0 comments (+) These past few days (or weeks), Mom has been losing money all of a sudden consistently. After she found out $200 was missing from her bag just a week ago, she couldn’t take it anymore. She almost burst out from fury and literally cleared out all the things of the people she suspected.

Our school’s PTA has launched their new fund-raising project that almost everybody (except for me) participated in. Each student is requested to sell a booklet of tickets, which entitles you to win a digital camera, an iPOD, a laptop, a PSP, and a home theater showcase.

My sisters have sold almost sold everything from the booklet and they couldn’t be happier.

Just yesterday, Angeline has finished selling one whole booklet. I calculated the money she had and found out P60 was missing. I told Mom the next day and she popped.

While eating dinner, Ariane whispered to me that the whole cash from the sold tickets were missing. I told Mom and she boiled. (I found it eventually, the envelope that contained the money was peacefully lying down on the top drawer of Mom’s room.)

Why can’t I keep my mouth shut?

That wasn’t the end; I was forced to go through the room of the person she suspected. I saw something I never wanted to see. I showed it, and she steamed.

Why can’t I keep my hand frozen?

While I was getting rice in the kitchen for dinner, the newly recruited maid who started just two days ago suddenly stood beside me. She told me she was going to leave (and I already knew that while we were on the way to Timberland) because she couldn’t take Mom’s attitude and she was rudely pointing at her, and blah, blah, blah.

She even said that Mom was the reason why maids don’t last long in our house. All I could say was, what the hell are you talking about? It’s only her second day and she’s talking as if she knows everyone in the household. I even doubt she knows my name.

Before we left the house for Timberland, she was cleaning up the fish using the other faucet since the one we always use doesn’t have water at that moment. Mom told her to use the other one and the maid replied in a disrespectful way, according to Mom, which made her angry.

And here is the scene where I get rice from the kitchen.

I was about to tell what I was told to Dad as I returned to the dining table. Good thing I kept my mouth shut or else this blog would be as long as my leg.

THANK YOU, GOD!