Take It From The Mother Dog

http://www.dogheirs.com/larne/posts/1677-heroic-mother-dog-saves-her-puppies-from-blazing-house-fire


I got so touched with this mother dog story. A mother is always a mother no matter what race or creature she belongs. No danger or circumstances will keep her from loving and caring her children. The more I mature the more I appreciated my Mama for the sacrifices she has done and is still doing for us. Even those children who needs motherly love, she wholeheartedly extended her care to them. My mama is and will always be my hero.

Window of my Childhood Memories

My little nephew Yves Miguel with cousins Josh Caleb and Helen Gaile.

He got the roundest eyes. 

When I look at those two round marbles it was like looking directly at my brother's eyes. It gives me a strange nostalgic feeling of being transported back to my childhood years. 

Fragments of memories keep flashing in my mind. 

The house near the railway, watching television outside the window of our neighbor, swimming in the river, collecting shells at the shore, climbing trees 

- these memories bring aching nostalgic feeling and I don't know why. 

It was so different then. 

We were dirt poor. Our house near the railway had no comfort room, no electricity and water supply. 

Oftentimes, we eat with no viand. We instead mix our rice with oil and salt.

It was an extremely simple life but I remember it well - we were happy. 

Those moments when we know nothing of difficulties, our thoughts uncorrupted with secular knowledge, where my parents can do everything for us - everything was perfect. 

It was childhood. 

It was the only moment where our smiles reflect true and pure happiness. I truly miss those years. 

I only have bits of scattered memories. 

Inevitably, along with maturity comes experiences of pain, thoughts corrupted and polluted by worldly knowledge - these things scar our smiles. 

I can only wish to smile that way again - the smile of innocence
- the smile of genuine happiness.