Tonight we weren't able to watch the amazing fireworks like we used to do. It was eight years ago when we made up our vows, made up our hands one hand, made up our lives one life. One hand, one heart.
After the rites was like an advance new year welcoming the newbies with a bang. Yes a ememorable Rizal Day bombing. In those eight years so many things have taken place. Now, I am a proud mother of three. I love them so much that I will never ever even thought about disowning them.
There's a song that keeps humming inside my head...I just can't get it off my head.
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