Girls like to openly discuss how periods are a punishment from God and complain about why do we have to suffer every month. My friend Tiff and I were discussing periods and this reminded me of a conversation I had a few years back with my dad about the same subject.
Rewind back to 2003. I'm at a hotel getting ready for my cousin's wedding while my family is at my aunt's house. As a bride's maid, I get to get my hair did and my make up done by a make up artist. Before it was my turn, I went to the bathroom but came back in the room horrified because I've been punished by God. I asked if anyone had something for my monthly punishment but to my disappointment, no one had anything. I called my mom but my dad picked up the phone.
Me: Hey dad, can I talk to mom?
Dad: Why?
Me: Because, I just need to talk to her.
Dad: Why? You can't talk to your dad? You use to tell me everything.
Me: I just need to tell her something.
Dad: Well you can tell me.
Me: I just got my period. Can you bring me a pad?
Dad: Here's your mother.
There are just some things a dad doesn't want to hear and one of it is 'can you bring me a pad?' Now whenever I ask for my mom, he never asks why. He just hands her the phone.
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10.11.2007
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