Writing My Life Challenge, Day Three: My Mother (or Father)

My mother was pen pals with a black American guy. After several correspondences, he traveled to the Philippines to surprise her, but upon reaching her apartment, found my father—then a bachelor—waiting on her. The American stormed out of the house in anger.

Thus succeeded a chain of events that would dictate the size of my underwear.

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