I ate my grandma's pork liver soup this morning and it brought back all the old times I sat by her door, where the sun would gently shine through the cool metal grilles and I would leisurely enjoy every piece of liver. That soup prolly made a part of me an old soul even though I was just 4. It's a wonder that I don't like liver now.
Yesterday's blackout episode was God showing me how I have family all around me. Even the strangers who helped me. A little harsh but I guess that was the only way He could make me see that. It's funny how the people who pushes you to the tip are the ones who pull you back.
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