The White Shirt

We are off to the province in a few minutes. I am just waiting for Little Popot to finish dressing up. My parents are already there. They went straight to the province yesterday after securing stuff for Lola's wake. I have packed my only white polo shirt, the one that only gets worn during burials. I wore it for Uncle Jun, and for Lolo, and now I will be wearing it for Lola. I hate that shirt.