It’s not often that you hear compliments especially coming from me… especially towards my cousin, Merla. But that’s the weird sense of love yeah? Let me just take this moment to bundle up all my courage and hold back the giggles and snickers while I type this.
Merla. There’s so much you can associate with her like hard working, friendly, strong, etc, but there’s only one word we associate her. It was “malas” or simply “unlucky”. For the longest time I’ve come to know her, because we stayed in different islands and the age gap, it was always how unlucky she was on things.
Once she had the top of the line Nokia phone (my how time flies) and it was quite new. I remembered then it was the same Nokia phone as it was what everyone was raving about in the Matrix. She accidentaly drop the thing on her way out of the cab and saw the unit run over, not by one, but two tires. I could remember how she was trying to hold on to it and hoping to work. Well it did. With a rubber band holding it together though.