When I was a kid, my hobby was watching cartoons with my cousins. I was amused back then every time the male lead protected and saved his female lead from the villains in the story. When our pockets were left with extra money from our allowances, we would hurriedly leave our house to go to the shop owned by my aunt to buy our favorite comics. I was a fan back then of fictional stories, especially when I liked the story outline, but my childhood back then was ruined because of the accident my parents and I met in.
But then again, perhaps what they say is true, that everything we have in this life serves a purpose.
I love my parents, and I miss them so much. I missed how they took care of me whenever I got sick or if I was in pain. I miss those precious moments when I’m with them, especial
