Palms of My Hands

When I was in college, there was a time when my mom asked me to buy a box of underwear for my younger brother. I was shocked with what she wanted me to do. Although it was underwear for kids, still it is a **men’s underwear**!!! But then I was forced to oblige because I know my mom get mad at me if I won’t follow what she says, I know that she’ll keep on fussing me until I say “yes mom!”. And to make the story short, I said yes.

I went at the mall’s department store. I was going to and fro the section of the men’s underwear thinking deeply if I should really do it or not. My eyes were also looking around. I was trying to see if I could find some men that I know to help me in approaching the men’s underwear section. Thirty minutes passed and I saw nobody to help. I have no choice but to really do it myself. I picked up my courage and went with my heart pumping out loud for shame. Good thing that when I almost got there, a sales lady approached me and assisted me in choosing the underwear for my brother. Whew! It was really a sweaty experience and I am never gonna do it again! Ever!