"Can someone please bring money? I don't have cash," I shouted from my upstairs bedroom to whoever of my sisters was listening downstairs.
"I don't have cash either!" replied my older sister, May-Ann.
"Me neither!" echoed my younger sister, El.
We had only just arrived the day before from Australia -- me, Jeff, El, and Raven. May-ann and her family arrived one night before we did from America and by the sound of it, we were all whingey and broke.
Just like the old times, hey?
Mommy, the only person in the house who actually had money, had no choice but to bail us out.
Yep, just like the old times.
That was how we were able to afford lunch at Co-Jordan, this popular eatery at Consolacion famous for its fresh oysters and seafood cooked to your liking. Raw, grilled, souped, or whatever, for as long as you're mom is happy to pay, they're happy to do it for you.
(*you're. My grammar may be all over the place but I can generally tell the difference between your and you're. However, your not wrong to assume otherwise.)
Of course I had to order tihi-tihi. At first glance, it might look like a bottle of your typical "bruh, wtf is that?!" but that's actually sea urchin in a glass of Tanduay Rhum lapad recycled for the purpose. Sweet, delicious uni, minus the posh pretensions.
I totally forgot to take pictures of the food we ordered. Rest assured we inhaled them as soon as they hit our table.
That's what happens when you have been so deprived from the comfort foods from home because the same ones sold in the country you're living in are just too expensive or they don't taste just as good.
Or both.
Because inflation.
Also because you can't cook.
*Raven at 7 years old
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