Age 5. I slapped my Yaya on the face. It’s ok. My mom already scolded her.
Age 8. I punched my classmate three times. It’s ok. My mom said it’s his fault, not mine.
Age 10. I told my teacher she’s a bitch. It’s ok. My mom said I needed to teach her a lesson too.
Age 14. I snorted my first cocaine. It’s ok. My mom said we all go though that stage in life.
Age 16. I slapped my girlfriend on the face. It’s ok. My mom said she deserved it.
Age 19. I masterminded a big brawl at school. It’s ok. My mom said she’s going to talk to the principal.
Age 23. I accidentally killed Undersecretary Nestor Ponce Jr because of my reckless driving. It’s ok. My mom will get me out of prison with her money.
Age 28. I killed Renato Ebarle Jr. with a gun. It’s ok. My mom will say “it is the choice of heaven”.
Age 28. People hate me. It’s ok. My mom said “til death do us part”.
Age 28. I am a fugitive with P1,000,000.00 over my head. It’s ok. My mom will hide me inside her basement and tell everyone she doesn’t know where I am.
Age 28. I sprayed some pesky policemen with bullets. It’s ok. Hehehe. My mom loves me no matter what I did.
Hell yeah! I have the best mom in the whole wide world! Woohoo!