It’s almost been two years since the #AjandAnnaBali2015, but in an effort to stay true to the purpose of this blog to document the adventures that I’ve gone on,
let me share what transpired on that special day of September 2015…
More than a year ago, I recall being by myself in my favourite spot in the innards of Makati. I had a heavy heart, all too anxious and unsure. I wondered if the things I’ve been praying for so long would ever be answered. In an effort to calm myself in the midst of the uncertainty and self-doubt, I wrote myself a letter.
Despite the passage of time and being in a much better place right now,
this letter still serves as a humbling reminder that life will always have its ups and downs. ❤
Let’s take a look at what I told myself…
“No, I don’t look like her! I want to look like *him*!”
That was the usual line I’d say whenever they’d tell me that I looked like my mom.In my eyes, my dad was the most good looking guy around. And even if my mom was a beauty queen title holder, I’d still throw a tantrum whenever they say that I didn’t look like my dad.
