I had given him our address but forgot that he is not familiar with the address formatting system here when someone lives in a townhouse. Say we lived at unit #15 of 5 First Street, we would typically write our address as 15/5 First Street. I had given J our address but did not explicitly tell him our house number. As luck would have it, he got dropped off several houses down the road and had knocked on someone else's apartment. Fortunately J is a smart cookie. He figured he had the wrong address and simply picked up his bags and walked up the road.
When he finally arrived at our doorstep, he was surprised at how much the kids have grown. The last time he saw them was in 2011 when we all went home to Manila for the 50th wedding anniversary of Father and Mother. That was almost six years ago and the kids have definitely gotten taller since then.
J christened our place the "House of Lies" after he discovered (with great disappointment) that the bottle of Bacon Flavoured Chips contained black pepper. Although he wasn't interested in the Onion Flakes bottle, he was no longer surprised to find rock salt inside that bottle. Lies! Nothing but lies!
I tried to make up for that by getting him an honest to goodness bottle of Bacon Chips he could bring home with him. It must have done the trick because before he left, he declared that I was his favourite sister in this continent.
(Hey, wait a minute, J. I am your ONLY sister in this continent.)
Finally, something that is 100% true.
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