Rendezvous
13 January 04 : 08.21 PM
After spending $500 on chocolates, and about $2000 on duvet sheets just this afternoon, I found out I'm poor.
Just now, I was in a car with my parents, one of Dad's company cars. Our car was taken for repair because some fucked up valet guy knocked it onto something and the boot was horribly dented. Anyway, that's not the point now. The car we were in was so, how should I put it, so compact. So Mom mentioned that it would be the perfect kind of car to give my sister and I after we got our driving licence. Then somehow that led to us talking about money flow and lotteries.
"Daddy, where's our income from?" I asked, in a sickeningly sweet voice. Talking about money in our household now has become something we usually liked to avoid. Maybe by not touching the subject, the problem would go away. The last time Mom talked about this, she ended up in tears, which in turn made me cry too.
"We don't have any income now, darling. There's no business."
"But Kor said other companies are doing alright."
"The economy's picking up, I think. Other companies are doing okay because probably there still are some business coming in. But our expenses are too high to keep up with."
I wanted to retort, Your expenses, you mean. But I kept quiet and didn't say anymore.
Dad was dropping Mom and I to go shopping while he meet his friends for coffee.
"Look at those caucasians. What are they thinking?" Mom asked, when we saw a couple in front. They were hugging and kissing while waiting for a cab.
When Dad dropped us off, he leaned over and gave Mom a hug and a kiss, imitating the caucasian couple we just saw.
"Daddy!" Mom laughed.
"Bye darling," Dad said to me.
We don't need to rich after all.