People embed their faith into their objects. As I get ready for bed, I always look forward to cuddling up to my aged and raggedy pillow. Officially known as Chira, my fluffy and pure pillow, with a cute image of Winnie the Pooh and Piglet, has worn down over the years; now what remains is a rag-like-cloth with tears and holes. Although Chira has basically disintegrated, there is nothing else I have been able to hold on to, for as long as I managed to keep it. Losing Chira right now would be like losing a dear family member.
The year we met is believed to be 2002. As my parents and little me were walking towards Vallarta Supermarket in the afternoon, I spotted a street vendor with a bag of pillows in the parking lot. And as strange and
The year we met is believed to be 2002. As my parents and little me were walking towards Vallarta Supermarket in the afternoon, I spotted a street vendor with a bag of pillows in the parking lot. And as strange and