Tonight’s the annual Ford Convention. I am not at all excited to attend. I have nothing to wear. My stomach has grown bigger by the day and there’s nothing in this world that could hide it.
The white dress my children gave me last Christmas accentuates my protruding buntis forever look, but I have no other dress to wear.
I told Oyen “Anak, I’ll just use my bag to cover my stomach”.
Oyen——– “Good strategy, that works”.
