Sitting in a coffee shop, enjoying my breakfast for dinner, I hear songs I love. Listening to old school songs while enjoying a hearty meal takes me back to my childhood. Sure we don’t listen to music while having meals but we do listen to songs of my parents youth during roadtrips or even while driving over to church and the mall. Songs from Spandau Ballet, Rod Stewart, Tears for Fears, and more… These masterpieces take me back to rainy days enjoying the suspension of classes while our grandmother served her wonderful champorado (chocolate rice porridge) and sopas (creamy chicken soup with macaroni noodles).

Of course nostalgia paints memories with a filter. Those rainy days were storms and more often than not, we’d be out of electrcity with only candle light guiding us. But those memories of my childhood, unperfect as they may seem, are my treasures. They help me through this hard phase of life called adulthood. Precious moments I wish to relive and always remember.

God, it’s so hard to be responsible. Most  of the time I find myself wishing that we were rich and I would not need to struggle with finances. Other times, I find myself longing for the innocence of childhood, carefree and happy-go-lucky. 

Good food and great music with the family, with all our ups and downs, are my most treasured memories.




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