… and half-told-news-that-look-really-bad-but-aren’t.
Before I came to Australia, my mother put my name as the second owner of her account, so I could get a second copy of her credit card, to be used in the case of an emergency.
A few days ago, my father sent me an email asking what I did with the card, as there was a debit of U$ 2.000,00. I sent an email back saying that I never used the card and, thus, that debit wasn’t mine. For some reason, the first thought that came in my mind was “mum bought something and forgot about it” (maybe a new couch to their apartment of something like that, as their apartment isn’t fully furnished yet). I got somewhat uneasy with the situation anyway.
Then, last night, dad sent another email, saying that they found out the card was used in Japan. That, for some reason, freaked my out: Japan is not so far from Australia and there a lot of Japanese people around. I couldn’t sleep anymore. I did, in my mind, a full review of everything I did here, where my wallet was all the time and formulated a lot of theories (someone looked into my pack when I was sleeping in the airplane; someone looked it when there was a party on Julio’s house [and that is completely awful, I admit]; there was a Friday night when I forgot my wallet in the office and pick it Saturday). I quickly replied that they should cancel the card and, for sake, cancel my card (of my bank account back in Brazil). Then dad sent me an email saying:
“Why are you so worried? The card they used is here, in Brazil.”
That came as a relief (but I asked to block my credit card anyway, as I won’t use it anymore). Then came that feeling of “I want to punch dad in the face”. Why the hell he didn’t told me that for a start? All this time, I thought it was MY credit card that they used, when it wasn’t.
Then, in the morning, another realization: if the card is still in Brazil, WHY DID HE ASKED WHAT I DID WITH THE CARD? It has a complete different number!
Now I really want to punch dad in the face.