I pinched my son’s ears. Twice. He grimaced. Tears streamed down his face. But continued to do his assignment.
I was tasked to go with a writer to interview four doctors specializing in joint replacement. The interview was at 6:30pm somewhere in Serendra, Bonifacio Global City. We got everything after an hour and a half.
It was so hard to get a cab willing to transport us to Trinoma. Finally, we got a cab after almost 15 minutes. Traffic slowed to a crawl along the northbound lane of EDSA. Only after Crame in Quezon City did the traffic flow became lighter. Reached Trinoma at 9:20pm.
I was home by 10:15pm. I found second son still at the living room doing his assignments. I asked him. I was too angry that I pinched him.