She was her name

She is one of the Filipino wives of the mister's colleagues. I only see her during company gatherings, but I am not really chatty with her.

In spring of 2011, she added me on Facebook. But what's odd is in that summer, she approached me. She asked, "What's your name?"

Odd, right? If you are unfamiliar with me or lack prior knowledge of who I am, what would motivate you to add me on social media?

Even before the coronavirus pandemic, I had been practicing social isolation for a long time. As a result, she only came to know me more through Facebook, and likewise. I only attend company events twice a year. 

For other gatherings, I can honestly say, we're not on the list. In a previous post, I write that I am thankful for that, because there's no invitation to decline.

Sometimes, we would talk on private messenger. And the last time we chatted, I vividly remembered that she asked to have a taste of my homemade breads. I willingly obliged.

I told myself to give her half a dozen. Well, I have never given away my home-baked goods in scarcity, and sometimes I also send another variety of bread like Ensaymada. Also, I usually enclose handwritten notes to send with it.

"Free return shipping if you're not happy or satisfied with this bread."

          "Didn't reach your expectations? Send it back. No hurt 'fillings'."

or

"In times like these, just bread in and bread out."

Something like that.

Last January, a friend asked me to contact her husband through her. They're on the invite list for a 60th birthday top-secret surprise celebration of our friend, Leo.

I tried to send her a message but this time, it didn't go through. Maybe, she deactivated her account. I was planning to bake Spanish bread one Sunday evening, and thought of sending her some. At long last, she'd be able to taste my homemade bread.

On February 29, I asked Dayang, also a wife of the mister's colleague if they're friends on Facebook, but she said they're not.

This time, I had a feeling that She blocked me.

Today, I learned that she blocked me indeed.

I'm not new to this. She treated another acquaintance in the same way. In actuality, their bond was  way closer than ours.

I am baking bread again, and waiting for the dough to proof. There will be no bread put to waste, of course. Hehehehe.

We'll bread it in, and bread it out.

Thank goodness! I am really thankful to those people who have made life easier. Blocking me are her honest feelings towards my existence—possibly just my online presence. Who knows?

There's no need for trimming the unnecessary fat anymore. They all just fell off by themselves. 

Lastly, good riddance, and thank you!