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Coming by with old photos of me is quite hard. While I was growing up, it was evident to me that we weren’t rich. We are blessed to have free shelter and food to eat on a daily basis. Though I went to a private school, paying on time was another story. I didn’t get anything that I wanted but definitely, I had what I needed. (So, I am very grateful for that!)
And because we weren’t rich, taking pictures was expensive. If you take pictures, you still need money to develop those photos. So basically, if you want a memory of something, you need to shell out some money.
Good thing, I have old photos from my cousins. They have taken pictures while I was there with them during the summer. And some of the old photos they shared where I am present is here…
First time to join Flores de Mayo with cousins in Manila.
I am very thankful to my aunts for all these memories they kept of my cousins. Thanks to that I get to be included. Each of these photos gave me a glimpse of a memory that once upon a time I might forget. Hopefully, these will serve as lasting memories for me to remember when the time comes.
We have pictures of our own but some of them were lost along the way. The home where I grew up had floods when the rain poured hard. So most of our them were destroyed.
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