This weekend, I went home due to my mom's request to sit in for her at our store while she goes to her checkup on Monday, as her daughter, I said yes.

Since it was so late when I arrived at the bus terminal last Saturday, I asked my mom if she could fetch me, since there were no jeeps available to go back to our house.

When we were on our way home, my mom, the cheapscake said that our wiper is still broken! What>?!?!#$$# And there we were driving under the rigourous rain with zero visibility and we could only use the wiper every 5 seconds or so. Imagine how stressful that was.

Then when my mom was about to make a left turn, after asking me numerously if the roads were clear, I gave the go signal, only to be horrified that there was another car going to our direction and was running very fast. I told my mom to hit the brakes, but instead of listening, she failed to jam on the brakes and our car ended up ramming with the other car.

Unfortunately or fortunately, our car only got a minor scratch in the bumper because we were driving a bigger 4wd, and the other car got a scratch in the door. My initial reaction was, crap, I'm so freaking tired. My mom on the other hand, cried and cried and her blood pressure went up. I told her to calm down and get off the car and talk to the other driver. She was panicking and doesn't know what what to do. Not being able to contain my irritation at my mom's and the other person's argument (they were arguing who's fault is it anyway), I mediated and decided to get off the car and under the cold rain, I talked to the guy calmly, just like an educated person should.

To cut the story short, I paid the settlement worth six thousand pesos, since my mom is so stingy to even cash out, just to cut the crap and get it over with. I know my mom, she doesn't even volunteer to pay for our night outs, much less pay for a settlement, (that was caused by her anyway). So without thinking twice, I paid it. Its just money, there is no need for my mom to get a cardiac arrest over money. Honestly, when I was growing up, money is not really a problem with my family, though my mom has always been so stingy, and sometimes selfish.

So I we stayed home this Sunday to rest and relax and prevent my mom from driving and thinking about what happened the previous night. Its just that sometimes I feel that ever since my dad died she cannot stand on her own, and that every problem is dealt with by her daughters. I understand her situation, but sometimes, it is so tiring, that I often don't want to go home every once in a while. It is so tiring, that somehow, I feel that she should come first instead of myself. By the way, that six thousand pesos was supposed to go to my laptop. But heck, I'll probably settle on a desktop computer anyway.

Just venting,
dazed