To Mr. Paulo Coelho, your book, Warrior of the Light: A Manual gave birth to this idea. Hope you would understand that each time, I would be referring to a line or two, or a passage lifted from your book. I also wish that you get to appreciate this labor of love. Thank you.
To Maricel, your struggles of being a mother gave me the inspiration too. You have showed me that happiness comes from simple things in life through your posts in Blog Your Blessings Sunday. Indeed we don’t need extravagance to be contented about life. Books and crayons are enough to show us that happiness is within us.
To Hazel, Lifting the Petticoat was such a nice read. Simple but meaningful. My childhood was almost the same as yours, except for wearing that petticoat. Your entry motivated me to start my introduction as I did.
To Nanay Linda, the only parent I have left in this world. We may sometimes have misunderstandings, but I truly appreciate your presence in our life. I admire your courage and how you stand beside your family no matter what.
To my mother, Mama Ding, who is no longer in this realm from whom I have first seen and felt agape encapsulating her every fight. Ever-forgiving. Ever-understanding. Ever-enthusiastic. Ever-loving. She is all these, even in the midst of pain caused by people around her, more painful than bouts of cancer.
To every woman who are present and has departed… I write this for you.
To Maricel, your struggles of being a mother gave me the inspiration too. You have showed me that happiness comes from simple things in life through your posts in Blog Your Blessings Sunday. Indeed we don’t need extravagance to be contented about life. Books and crayons are enough to show us that happiness is within us.
To Hazel, Lifting the Petticoat was such a nice read. Simple but meaningful. My childhood was almost the same as yours, except for wearing that petticoat. Your entry motivated me to start my introduction as I did.
To Nanay Linda, the only parent I have left in this world. We may sometimes have misunderstandings, but I truly appreciate your presence in our life. I admire your courage and how you stand beside your family no matter what.
To my mother, Mama Ding, who is no longer in this realm from whom I have first seen and felt agape encapsulating her every fight. Ever-forgiving. Ever-understanding. Ever-enthusiastic. Ever-loving. She is all these, even in the midst of pain caused by people around her, more painful than bouts of cancer.
To every woman who are present and has departed… I write this for you.
1 comment:
you made me cry...
your writings will always merit a standing ovation from me
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