Hehehe. This one is cool!
Blazing – The only word fitted to describe how figuratively ‘high’ I was last January 1 of 2015.
Of course, it was not a literal blazing where I accidentally lit my fingers on fire. It was figurative.
Let me tell you.
My family that time was facing a crisis. Monetary Crisis.
We still are, honestly. It was the only New Years Eve where Spaghetti was not on the table. The only one when dad did not light the powerful and bright Araw.
The only night when I did not eat so much because I was afraid that I’d finish everything in a single meal.
Perhaps the beauty of material depravity is this: you get to value love and happiness in its most basic and authentic form. Regardless of having so little to eat and almost no presents…
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