It was almost 6:00AM and we were checking in for our flight to Camiguin. My youngest sister, the one I constantly refer to as my darling baby, wound her arms around me and I wrapped mine around her in return (yes, we are this affectionate!). She sniffed my neck, bending down slightly to do so.
"You smell like..." she wrinkled her nose a little.
"Beer?" I automatically finished.
"Why would I say you smell like beer?" she asked me puzzled as a Filipino man snorted loudly and coughed to prevent himself from laughing. "I was going to say raspberry."
Disgusted, I replied with "I hate raspberry." The Filipino man behind us coughed a little more. I turned to smile at him.
"Maybe she's tutti frutti," he suggested, chuckling a little. We laughed at his comment. "And anyways, nobody smells like beer in the morning," he said with the supreme confidence of a Filipino (they start drinking at sundown- every Filipino man seems to congregate at some house after 6:00PM and crack open several bottles of whiskey, rum and beer after dinner).
"It's a bit too early in the day to start drinking," I conceded. "Maybe it's an okay time to finish drinking, but it's too late to start."
"Personally, I smell like beer only at night," he agreed.
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