November 16, 2016
I saw you last year. I was in Manila for work. You were driving that clunky car you love so much. Why do you still have that? I worry about your safety. You'll say "pshaw," then blow a raspberry. You got this "pshaw" thing from me, and it's endearing how you say it often even if the situation does not warrant it. Your hair was shoulder-length. I'm sure it was you because you had on that bright yellow windbreaker I gave you. There was a little boy in the backseat. He was having a tantrum, and you were calm.