Shift­ing per­spec­tives


FOR this very long week­end due to the 2017 Asean Sum­mit, I de­cided to move out of the house and stay some­place else with my two girls. It was partly be­cause it has been a while since I had a date with them and I re­ally wanted to spend this time with them. I wanted to get my­self up­dated with my daugh­ters, such as what food they like to eat, what kind of games they want to play, what types of words they use, how they sleep, what makes them tick, what ticks them off. In a way, this trip was for me to have a bet­ter view of their per­spec­tive, which, in turn, should al­low me to deepen my re­la­tion­ship with them fur­ther.

Prior to the trip, I had this seem­ingly triv­ial en­counter with one of the se­cu­rity guards sta­tioned at our vil­lage’s gate. I got a mes­sage from a friend on Wed­nes­day af­ter­noon say­ing that he had de­liv­ered a sealed pack­age (with no value to any­one but me) ad­dressed to me at the guard out­post by the main gate. That par­tic­u­lar in­for­ma­tion skipped my mind for two days.

On the Fri­day of the same week, I re­mem­bered the pack­age as I reached the gate on my way home. I low­ered the driver’s seat win­dow and asked, “Chief, may ini­wan daw

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