We just arrived home from the airport. Malyn my parents’-in- law kasambahay (house help) is going home to their province and she’s riding the plane for the first time in her life. She was wearing a form fitting thing (like Julia Robert’s in Pretty Woman,but with a sleeve), a pair of skin toned stockings (good thing it was skin toned),2-inch heeled clogs and a bright red lipstick. She’s just 18 but she looked older.
We’re so worrying up to our necks for her. I’ve been praying the whole time while on the way to the airport for her safety. Travelling mercy – away from any known and unknown danger man can do. Oh Lord why did she wear that thing?! It just doubled our worry.
Anywhoo, the last text message we got from here was that she had safely boarded the plane.
It was already a feat, being able to board the plane because there were a lot of confusing numbers she need to hurdle just to correctly get to the gate. It was a long walk and with a 2 inch heel (which she wore the first time) it would not be a joy most especially when alone. If it was me, well I’ll be wearing flip-flops and comfy shorts/t-shirt combo so I won’t suffer the burning ogling eyes of scary XY “chromosomed” beings.
Next worry is when she’ll be choosing and riding a Taxi to the Bus terminal (which is another first time experience for her). With the dress, I can’t just stop praying. Forgive me Lord, I trust you, but it’s my mom instinct to worry for the young. Sheesh.
Porma. Why in the world would some people love to dress up wrong in the right places. Just so they’re naka- Porma.
Blame it on the “(foreign influence+domestic ignorance)/years of actual experience outside comfort zones – actual know how of the outside world = walking target” equation most probinsyanos follow. Oh Lord I can be so blunt when worrying. I can’t just stop.
I may have to go back to sleep and all will be well when I wake up. Another worries will kick in and life is okay.
C’est la vie! Porma to death!