bad, bad, very, very, verrrry bad Papa

I was in the kitchen busy doing motherly duties, when I heard a news bit from the sala* TV that had me frozen to the bones.

With a mind of their own, my elephantsy feet brought reluctant me standing next to my father who was silently and attentively watching the evening news.

The news anchor said that the (prime suspect) father of the three-year-old girl who was found afloat on a creek, lifeless and bearing numerous stab wounds, was already found admitting to the commission of the crime.

That had me goose-pimply all over. Disgusting despicable father. killed. his innocent daughter. Eerie. Really, really unsettling news.

I just felt so sick in the stomach while listening to that horrid item.

With gloom in my heart and a little seed of hate directed toward that evil of a person, I resolutely walked back to washing my son's clothes. Without a doubt, the smell and feel of detergent in the sudsy water would dispel these unwanted emotions away.

So didn't I tell you I just hate, hate watching news these days?

sala - living room