I have three reasons to rejoice this Friday.
1. AFTER TWO MONTHS, PAPA'S FINALLY HOME. With Kuya Ouel home too, the family's finally complete after 2 years. My father’s state was heartbreaking. My initial reaction when I saw him was a long gasp of horror. His limbs were the lankiest I've ever seen them, and his elbows and kneecaps protrude terribly, like trying to pierce away from his saggy skin. He looked terrible. Like he came home from North Korea and not the South. But the minute he got in the car, he was all smiles. Earlier this morning he sent me a message telling me that he was a few hours too early for his flight, he was too excited to fly home that he didn’t bother sleeping, he said he felt like he was escaping from hell. Papa doesn’t hate Korea, he admits it’s a nice place and that people dress nicely, and he doesn’t have anything awful to say about their food either, it’s the work in Korea that he hates. For example, when he said Korea made him a bitter man, he really meant that his bosses and the client in Korea made him a bitter man. But it doesn’t matter now. It will not matter for the one week that he’s home.
No pictures. I don't want to post his current state. Hopefully, he'll be fatter and happier when he leaves next next monday and returns in August.