
“This is my new roaming number, my old number was blocked. How are you?” A text roused me from sleep. It was from my daughter.
“Michelle? How are you?” I texted back.
“Yes, it’s me. I'm fine, how’s everyone?”
“We’re good. Will you be coming home?” I excitedly queried.
“Not sure yet, by the way, someone would like to buy prepaid cards here, and they’ll pay in cash.”
“I’m at work now, will try to send later, love you.”
“I need 6 pieces smart 500 and 8 pieces globe 500. I would sell them for 900 each. Love you," came the quick reply.
I calculated this roughly in my mind, and it was around 7,000. I would have to withdraw from my ATM. The added earnings though, would help a lot with the Christmas
Noche Buena. It was quick and easy money.
I forgot all about it during the course of the day but at around 3:30 pm, my cell phone sounded off again. “Were you able to buy? I will have to sell them today, they might buy somewhere else.”
“Okay, I’ll attend to it as soon as I get off from work.”

After 5, I went home and remembered my crops at Farmville, so I first harvested my sunflowers. I had several perfect bunches and I was thrilled by the thought of buying my own villa before Christmas.
My cell phone beeped again: “I’m still waiting.”
Startled out of my “profound perusal” of my harvests at Farmville, I jumped to my feet and thought how irresponsible I was.
“Jenny, kindly withdraw from my ATM and buy these,” I wrote down the items on a piece of paper.
When Jenny left, the cell beeped again. “How many were you able to buy?” I peered at the text in the approaching dusk.
My hypothalamus was triggered by a stimulus I could not put a finger to. My hands stopped momentarily typing my reply. What the_???
My daughter never pressured me like that, and she had always teased me “old woman”, and would address me mom, at least once or twice, in a 6 message-text. But these texts, never said “mom” even once. Perhaps, it was the hubby texting? I reasoned out. But even then…
I deleted what I was typing, and typed this instead:
“Anak, I’ll be sending a package to your Auntie Mary in the US and I forgot the address. Do you have it?” I pressed send.
My daughter knew that address, so she should not have any problem providing it.
But I received a different reply: “I’m fine, don’t worry.”
She/he did not reply because he/she did not know the address. My heart did a double flip as I haphazardly put aside the lappy and dialed Jenny's number, but I heard her cell phone ringing in the other room. She didn’t bring it!
I didn’t bother to change; I went out in my house clothes and searched for Jenny in the neighboring area. I might not be able to return the cards. What would I do with all of them? I may be able to sell them, but it would take time.
To my dismay, Jenny had bought the cards already.
"We have to return it," I said.
We were lucky the salesperson was kind and had understood our predicament. He returned the money.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Whew! I'm not filthy rich to give out money just like that. I was almost duped out of my cash because I wanted MORE money.lol… Greed is indeed a potential, source of misjudgment.
I thank my lucky stars; I still have my Christmas money intact! Thanks to Farmville, I have been "waylaid" (so to speak). lol.
What about you, did this ever happen to you? Do share similar stories to "inform" our readers.
Merry Christmas in advance!