The Case of the Coconuts
So after less than three months, the husband flew back to the concrete jungle of Metro Manila for work as he was quite needed there. No, not quite. I guess he was really needed there.
And so, after eighty-four (84) days here in Gensan, 14 of those days spent in quarantine when he arrived, I am back to being alone with the kids and trying to live.
He was also home to drive me back and forth to the office, or the grocery. And spoiled I am, 'coz for a short while, I was able to just lay on the couch while I watch him do the dishes, fix the table, and wait for him to call when dinner was ready.
But lo and behold, some things are meant to end!
So on Friday, January 15, I brought him to the airport. It was painful, but I have to admit that he is doing this for the family.
Again, I am expected to live. And with it comes the difficulties of having no man to be in charge of the house.
So I tried to crack open the coconut with a blade that was quite unfriendly. Plus the fact that the shell was really difficult to crack open! The struggle was real!I remember how some men in the family open coconut heads. They are unlike that mess I have made. I have practically chopped off everything before I came across that little pinhole for the water to come out. And when I wanted the meat, that was a different story.