I left the house yesterday afternoon fuming mad. My son Joaquin had not finished his handwriting seatwork, giving me varied excuses instead ranging from "I went to the bathroom" to "I was watching Ms. Universe." I became frustrated because his brother had finished his share of work hours before, and yet he hadn't. I shouted (yes, I went there), and dragged my eldest daughter out the door to bring her to MAPE Class.
Hot-headed and clearly not thinking well, I was caught off guard when a MMDA officer in blue flagged me down. I politely asked what I did wrong, and he said I'd been caught swerving on a double yellow line.
My mouth said I didn't see the yellow line because another car was blocking my way, but my heart told me why I wasn't able to see it.
My anger was all I could see.
