Monday, April 25, 2011

My Another Family


The struggling days posted a lot of trials and error in finding the illusive joy after the sharp event that happened that unforgetble night in Tuguegarao… the most hated event you can record in my journal. I was in Bulacan. Guess who’s in Tuguegarao?

A day after that sharp event, I have realized how many friends I have. Old friends surfaced and new ones came out. My cellphone heated up because of so many symphaties and calls I received. Some relatives shew up to my aid.How the pain minimized knowing that a lot of people are sorounding you

The best thing about this situation is finding another family who taught me to be stronger than before and how happy it is to lead a simple yet normal than my normal state of life. I’m happy I met them and it’s always a pleasure to stay with them. The Guzman family is a family I will never forget and will always visit wherever part of the world I may go.


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