Priorities

It's Good Friday and that means I have a long weekend ahead. Since my office follows the Australian holidays, we have Easter Monday off, too! Sweet!

Anyway, I just enjoyed some of the KFC Bucket Meal I had delivered to my home. I had ordered it for our lunch. Unfortunately, I had to eat it alone. My mom does not get off work until about 1 this afternoon, and my sister is somewhere out there, having drinks with her friend. Yes, at 11 in the morning, she is sober no more.

I did not really speak to my sister for about a week now since she blew me off for her friends. I hate it when that happens. I am always there for her when she needed me or needed my company, at least. Could she not do the same for me?

It all started when one afternoon, at around 3PM, she called me up on my cell. I was at work that time. I don't clock out till 4PM. She asked if I had a class to teach later that afternoon (I also teach English to a Korean from 5PM to 7PM). I had to tell her that I do have a class that afternoon. Of course I asked why she asked, and she replied that she wanted to eat dinner with me.

I told her that we can meet in Ayala since that would be in the middle of my student's house and our house, where she was. She told me that she would just text me after my class.

At 7PM, I was on my way to SM to buy supplies for the office. I asked her if she still wanted to meet and that maybe we can just meet at SM. She said that she didn't feel like going out anymore. In her words, she felt 'lazy'. I didn't push her and hung up.

Imagine my surprise, and disappointment, when I got a text from her saying that she was going out with some friends. This was just some 10 minutes after I spoke with her! I called her after an hour and asked if she was going home anytime soon, thinking that we could go together. She said that she had no idea what time they will be going home and that they were probably going to the beach.

She was not yet home when I left for the office early the next morning. If her priorities are her friends, then fine. Go drinking with them all night if that's what you want to do. Don't come crying to me because you're sick of pneumonia or something else due to your late night drinking sessions. I will no longer be your nurse and I will no longer be there at your beck and call. I had counted on you to be the only rational and logical reason for me to come back to Cebu. Not anymore.