While walking towards Somerset mrt, I can't helped but notice the dragonflies flying above me. It sure brought bittersweet childhood memories of piko, patintero and summer afternoons spend catching tutubing karayom, putting them inside mayo bottles with holed in caps. It made me long for the days when my cares were only about buying cherry balls and wonder boy. It also made me realize about the little pleasures my children were missing out. They only know of afternoons filled with Hi-5 shows or time spent in the community playground. They might not experience playing with Gumamela juice, mud cakes or catching butete from the pond.
How I wish I can provide this simple pleasure, this food for the soul. All the things I experienced as a girl. When sunset seems a joyous time because it is spent with my cousins getting dirty. Or, eagerly hovering over the kitchen waiting for the merienda --- champorado with tuyo flakes when it's raining or halo-halo when it's very hot.
Little pleasures. But, big in the heart.
How I wish I can provide this simple pleasure, this food for the soul. All the things I experienced as a girl. When sunset seems a joyous time because it is spent with my cousins getting dirty. Or, eagerly hovering over the kitchen waiting for the merienda --- champorado with tuyo flakes when it's raining or halo-halo when it's very hot.
Little pleasures. But, big in the heart.
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